Mithnella looked concerned as she knelt by him and checked his wound, "This is more than a little scratch Darval. You should have told me. Here." She put her hands on his leg near but not on his wound. Her hands became warm and glowed softly. She took some of his pain away and helped it heal a bit more. Then she took the bandage and wrapped the wound for him. She patted his hand and smiled softly, "That will help a bit at least. If you insist I won't tell Lorn."