She had to ignore his comments from before knowing how much pain he had been in. That and her ‘stitch’ job wasn’t as good as she was hoping it would be. The gaping holes in his chest worried her a little but she knew her coven could handle it. It wasn’t like they didn’t do something like that before for her at one point. Pushing that thought aside she looked to him again shaking her head at his questions in her mind. He really wasn’t from this world. Her biggest hints were his clothing, the fact he was an elf, the way he said stiches and hot iron, and the way he was staring at her phone.<br/><br/>“The whole coven because they are going to have to fix all of that.” She said using her hand to motion to everything she had done. The door slowly opened and she nodded actually rolling her eyes at his words. Yes I know it is them my barrier would have stopped them otherwise.” She was really better at that than healing anyway. The only problem with keeping evil out she had to be sure it wasn’t in her house first brought over by something she didn’t think even worked until he and those orks popped through.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed his hand as it went to his sword. He really was worried. A frown touched crinkled her forehead as she saw him start to fade. Muttering a curse under her breath as the door opened she said, “Hurry.” Before he slipped into unconsciousness she was at his side she said, “Don’t you die on me rude elf, you do I’ll kick your ass.”<br/><br/>The women from the coven circled around him one of them scolding her for her recklessness and brash disregard for his wishes after she’d told them what happened. Head lowered she watched them work, leaning against the archway of her living room. They had moved him to the center of it, carefully as they could. Candles were placed and they sat in a circle. Because she was not old enough for this and she was not as well trained she was not allowed to join the circle. Her friend was not there either because of the same reasons. They began to chant, slowly and coherently.<br/><br/>A half circle formed over each wound shattering the barriers she’d created. Blood began to pour out worse but the flow quickly subsided as their words intensified. She and her friend could not regrow the tissue but these women could. He would still have a sort of scar in each place but nothing like what it would have been if they were not able to fill the gap. The spell of healing took time and a lot of effort but by the time the sun rose their work was complete. Slowly, and on achy limbs they stood a few grumbling that they were too old for that sort of thing. “Is he going to be ok?” She asked looking to the elder of them.<br/><br/>“He will be fine, rest is what he needs that is all. Give him something to dull the pain. The scars will ache and be stiff for some time but he is healed.” The woman said with a smile on her face. They would talk later at the coven meeting and the woman knew how much trouble this young girl would be facing for asking this favor.