She had offered as much healing as she could manage before the pain overwhelmed, and she curled down upon herself, caught between weeping and the added pain that salt tears created in her new wound - and nearby, the other elf still lay, his ribs crushed and breath wheezing as his lungs tried desperately to fill.<br/><br/>Dimly she was aware of the other two facing off, but it was the pain that called out to her; it was toward the pain that her hand lifted, shaking. This was what she was made to do, and her lips began to move in quivering prayer, faint glow coiling out and away from her palm toward the dying elf, seeking to heal his damaged chest, though coupled with the wound in her eyes it would surely mean her own death.