The guards of the fort tossed Lyth a disproving glance as he returned from the field with the small elf girl in his arms. But none dared to give him any trouble over it.  Lyth had a lasting impression on the majority of them. And perhaps it wasnt that odd for a higher ranking soldier to occasionally return with a 'prize'. They just minded their own business, the lower ranking soldiers chaotically following orders, preparing for the next set of attacks and reinforcing the fortress. Even without the fortifications, he was sure the fort of Ys'rah could withstand an army. The chances of it falling were slim, especially now since a third of the entire elven army laid lifelessly in open battlefields. The Elves weren't likely to even attempt gathering their dead.  Only the ravens awaited those that had fallen in the past few days...<br/><br/>He was handing Bora over to one of the stable boys when the girl began to stir in his arms. He smiled slightly. Yes, this one did want to live. He was certain of that at least. "Shhh, Your safe now."He whispered to the girl, yet he doubted she could hear him. It comforted him at least that he tried. He did not hesitate and rushed to his quarters, placing her on the foot of the rather large bed, grabbing some bandages and herbs that were scattered about his room. He definitely was no medic, but he knew what and what not to do. His few years of experience had taught him the basic skills. He was quick to remove his black gloves and jacket before he started trying to mend her. Lyth disposed of her blood-soaked, torn and shredded clothing, and had one of the servants get him some water. He quickly went about cleaning the wound, struggling with his hatred of needles, before he could stitch her up and bandage it to prevent infection.<br/>When everything was all done he threw a blanket over her, careful not to irritate her injury. He rolled onto the bed, and in only a few short moments he was fast asleep, a few feet away from her... His hands stained red.