"<span style="color: purple">I have not, unfortunately, but you seem to have learned your lessons well. You must be much older than me. Most elves I know always are ancient compared to me. Let's see.</span>" She places a hand on Ayariel's stomach and closes her eyes whispering a prayer.<br/><br/>(casts cure moderate wounds on Aya)<br/><br/>She reopens them and grips her sword again. Looking around at the devestation left behind, she nods slowly and takes a deep breath, "<span style="color: purple">I'm ready to face them once more.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>