<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"Stay back,"</span>she warned, the silver knife whipping up between them as poor answer to the production of her awful blade.<br/><br/>She did not bother to unwind the end of his whip from her ankle, but her long legs peeked from her robe as, still crouched, she slid across the grass toward the twitching doe. In panic, the damaged creature tried to stand and bleated out another pained cry, legs refusing to hold it.<br/><br/>murmuring something soft and indistinct, she ran her hand gently down its neck, soothing the creatur, and then her eyes grew distant, still gazing toward Brom but not really seeing as she reached out for the touch of her goddess, praying for Her assistance and pulling down the blessing of Her power to find the most dangerous of the hurts in the doe.<br/><br/>Slowly, several of the wounds took on a silvery glow that emanated also from the priestess's eyes, and then they faded from the doe's flesh. In corresponding points on the elf woman's body, though, dark stains of blood suddenly appeared upon her robe, and the light winked out as she took on the pain and hurt that had so terrified the doe, letting her own body be injured and weakened in turn.