<span style="color: purple">"if you would, I could tend to the both of you.</span>" She kneels by the Tief-ling, drying her eyes a bit from the sudden rush of emotion and waits for acknowledgement from her before standing up and silently whispering a prayer,  laying her hand on Inyrra's cheek and whispering more.<br/><br/>(she casts cure serious wounds on Inyrra)<br/><br/>She turns to the potty-mouthed elf.. "<span style="color: purple">my name is Allura.</span>" Her eyes look over the elf's wounded stomach. "<span style="color: purple">Would you like additional healing for that... I didn't catch either of your names, I'm afraid.</span>"<br/><br/>She was in over her head and she knew it. But if anything, she could do what she was born to do. To help, heal and uphold her faith in the people of this town. She could at least help those that helped her people here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>