She let out a long slow breath grateful he was still alive and from what she could tell despite all the blood, not as bad as she had thought at first. “Yeah, I’m human and you are an elf unless those pointy ears are fake and you’re just someone who is really into cosplay.” She started but shook her head. “Never mind. I can heal too but I am not very good at it. At most I can do a good patch up job but otherwise I’m going to have to go for help.” She said not taking her eyes off of him.<br/><br/>“Though first thing we’re going to have to remove that armor of yours so I can get a better look at your wounds.” She said moving carefully toward him. When he’d still had his hand on his sword she’d been leery of him despite his injuries but when he dropped it she had felt better. He still might try something but from what she was seeing he was in no condition for it. “I promise to be as gentle as I can be but I may need some help.” She added starting to take off one arm. She would move onto the next arm and then the chest. She wanted him to feel a little more secure around her and she wanted to be sure she was safe around him.<br/><br/>So she had trust issues. When the last of the armor came off she shook her head. “You are not doing so well but at least it’s something I can fix.” She said looking over some of his wounds. Arrow shots. Wow, he could take a few hits like that and still move, and talk. He was stronger than he looked though she supposed that was how an elf was. “Should I be worried about anyone else coming into my dining room with swords or are you it?” She asked moving a little closer so she could cast her healing spell.