<strong>Name:</strong>Senadra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest clearing just within the Macedon border<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isolde, Blaque<br/><br/>Senadra just sighed a bit heavily to Blaque's words...but she nodded in understanding.  He was, or course, correct...she should be relaxing right now, and letting her injuries heal.  Still, it seemed the other woman didn't really have any ill intentions towards them, as Blaque wasn't flinging spells around.  It really struck Senadra as odd, hearing the offer of assistance being made for the second time in the span of less than an hour.  She didn't think she was -that- lucky, but perhaps fate didn't deem it to be her time to pass on just yet....unless this was some cruel prank set up by the gods.  Her gaze turned to the woman as she studied her in silence...Senadra made no hostile movements, but neither did she remain fully relaxed.  She was tense as this newcomer approached.<br/><br/>She tensed further when the woman brushed some hair out of her face...how, exactly, was this helping her?  Senadra had to wonder that as she continued to study and observe.  She neither pushed the woman away, nor drew her in closer.  More than anything, Senadra was just waiting to see what would happen...and would react accordingly, injuries or not.  She noted that the woman seemed to survey her surroundings for a moment...looking over her body, looking to the axe that her hand still rested on...before this mystery woman reached into her bag to grab...something.  Yet she did not pull it out, even as she seemed to mouth...an incantation, maybe?  Senadra wasn't -that- familiar with magic to know exactly what was being done, but whatever it was seemed to be taking away the pain that the vulnerary hadn't quite handled on its own.<br/><br/>She was fairly certain her eyes had widened a bit in surprise at the speed of which she was starting to feel better.  Whatever sort of magic this was, it was like a soothing warmth spreading through her body...removing the majority of her suffering in the process, which caused the tenseness in her body to drop.  Even as the warmth faded, the pain didn't return...rather, she felt like she could actually fend for herself again, to an extent.  She proceeded to glance as best she could at her left shoulder...it looked like a lesser injury now, as opposed to something serious.  After a quick examination of her other injuries, it seemed that most of them were closed, and those that weren't were now fairly minor.  She let out a sigh of relief, now fully confident she was going to live through this.<br/><br/>She turned back to the woman as she asked how she felt, suggested moving around a bit, and gave a name for herself.  Senadra didn't really bow back....rather, she gave a bit of a polite nod and a small smile, while seeing about standing up and tenatively testing out her left arm.  The rest of her body had moved just fine prior to what Isolde had done to help, she knew it still worked just fine....it was the arm that concerned her.  After a little bit of moving it around and stretching, she bent over to pick up the axe so as to heft it a little and test how she was able to handle it as she responded.  "Senadra...from a village that formerly existed probably not too far from here in Macedon."  There was a bit of sadness in her eyes as she spoke the bit about where she was from...it sort of hurt to admit it out loud, in a way that she doubted Isolde's healing magic could relieve.  "Thank you, Isolde...I do feel much better now.  However..."  She glanced over to the still sleeping, crimson wyvern.  "...I...if it's not too much to ask...could you do something to help him or her, too?  I'm admittedly not sure which it is, but...he or she was instrumental in saving my life."  This was the least she could do to repay the wyvern for helping her out...with any luck, it would decide to stick around.  With a bit more luck, she would quickly learn how to care for it...