Once she's gotten herself healed up, the elf springsb ack to her feet- dirtier and hopefully less difficult to track. "Alright, Xarces is gone with his new little friend and the clock's ticking. We should get ready to head out. You're making a new... servant, thing?" She eyes the self-confessed necromancer, and shrugs- no skin off her back. "Good, more heavy hitters up front make it a lot less likely that people like me are going to get mauled. I'll scout ahead when we move out, being sneaky in a building or ruins<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>make me less obvious than a city girl like me is in the woods. If not, well, it's liable to be a short fight for me anyway, you know?" She stretches, arcing her back with a loud series of pops. "Anyone else have anything they need to be doing before we set off? Gods willing, all we'll have to do is cut a lot of sleeping throats and get out of here."