Dylana sat apart from the others. Her small group had just narrowly defeated a group of reptilian dragonkin that had left them battered and bruised. She herself still felt the healing magics flowing through her body, knitting battered and bruised flesh back together. Their group had been taken by surprise, something for which she blamed herself, she'd overlooked the tracks, the signs of ambush by the creatures and her mistake had nearly gotten them all killed. She'd held her own for a time against one of the creatures, long enough for their mage to bring it down, then leapt upon the back of another, cutting it's throat with her knives.<br/><br/>Though she stood just over six foot tall, she was short for a Night Elf, and her slender frame didn't carry much weight, so it was no mean feat for one of the creatures to grab her while she was engaged and hurl her across the battlefield. She'd managed to reenter the fight after that, but the enemy's claws, teeth, and magic had nearly done her in... Shaking her head to clear it of thoughts of their last battle she looked over at the others, sighed softly and lay back, closing her eyes and letting the magic finish its work.