After driving down the trail for a while, Caedrin again heard a noise from behind him, this time more of a groan than the sound of movement. His hopes rising, he quickly repeated his earlier actions, pulling the cart to the side of the trail and running around back.<span style="font-style: italic">If she's conscious enough to respond, I might be able to heal her,</span>he thought, as he hopped up into the cart again. He knelt down beside her, watching her movements closely. "Brinn, can you hear me?" he asked as he removed one of his gauntlets. He used his now-bare hand to gently move aside the hair from her forehead, afterward holding his palm against it to check if she had a fever. Her skin was cold to the touch, and if it weren't for the steady rise and fall of her chest and her gradually rising pulse, she would almost seem dead. He hoped she would respond; she seemed to be getting better, but he still wanted to speed the process by healing her if he could, though he was unsure if his magic would effect her at all, considering it wasn't an actual wound.