Having pushed herself to the absolute limit of what she was capable of, Elisia had scantly been able to appreciate her handiwork. Judging by the fact that nobody had hauled her up and shoved her down a gullet in short order, she assumed that the fight must've ended favorably. Still breathless, the purple glow of magic faded from her body as she peered between those left standing - they'd been bloodied and battered, but not beaten. Looking up to Alex, clear concern was apparent in her eyes. "Do you think she'll be alright? I shouldn't have agreed to ride in with her.. if I'd just stayed back, I might've noticed the archer.. maybe it would've gone differently."