<span style="color: orange"><b>"Hoooray...I'm a helper..." </b></span>Elta groans drolly as she painfully inspects the wounds along her stomach.   She was never one for being acknowledged, even though it felt nice to have someone admit she helped at all.<br/><br/>She stay's fairly quiet, deep in thought, which lead to prayer.  Short little words of thanks to her god's that she was able to make it out of a rather dicey situation with their guidance and ever helpful hand.   She She's a little put off by the dragon. Elta didn't trust people easily, so Dragonkin were a different mater entirely.  She places her hand on her stomach and mumbles a few words.<br/><span style="color: orange"><b><br/>
"I appreciate the effort in looking to find me somethin to wear other then..this thing. " </b></span>She tugs the robe as a glowing light washes over her torso..she opens her mouth to answer Aya regarding the secondary healer, and blinks a few times as the girl falls to her knees.<span style="color: orange"><b>"Tentacles?" </b></span>Elta swallows and looks around the room...<span style="color: orange"><b>"Maybe the armor can wait.." </b></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>