Lauralana had not the strength left to even flinch as the heavy plated foot reared up, her breathing hard and labored and looking nothing like the strong confident elf that had entered the battle. Dirt streaked her from head to toe, a bit of blood where the arrow had nipped her arm, and the split lip from the last ditch effort of the spawn dripping as her green eyes watche almost placidly as the bolt jerked his body in a grotesque dance.<br/><br/>Finally they drift shut, spent from her energy use and knowing she needed to conserve the last dregs of her reserves for quicker recovery, she does not offer any aide to the last of the battle between the orc and ogre villagers, nor does she protest as Ana bends to heft her Mistress up, one arm slung around the elf woman's waist, even as Lauralana leaned heavily on the far younger human.<br/><br/>"Not as many on my boat this time Ana...I can not lighten the load for the return trip." Her voice was quiet as the two make their way unsteadily to the boat, where the elf woman slumps against the side, her head resting against the wood, and Ana standing guard.