"He is a coward," Xen insists stubbornly, "The elves manage to have leaders who lead them into battle, why can't Chastley do the same?” she asks, her voice becoming increasingly flustered, “How the fuck are you even suppose to lead if you cannot see what is going on? His army could be getting slaughtered and he couldn't do anything because he would be there to....I am sorry Aeryn," the barbarian stops, briefly casting her eyes down, "My tribe saw combat differently. You can return to the Hill Fort first if you wish. We can,”<br/>Seeing you struggle to stand up the elf loops one graceful arm under a shoulder and Aeryn can feel the lean muscles flex against the skin of her back as she easily supports her body weight. With her other hand the lightly slaps the healer’s thighs to restore the blood flow to the leg, although a sideways grin implies that what not the only reason she chose to do so.<br/>“Yes, I want another chance and this time I will defeat him. I need to talk to Morgan. I could have got him the first time if it weren’t for those dam overgrown trees,” Possibly hearing her name the Druid approaches, “We will need to return Bridget. I wanted to start her apprenticeship as soon as possible, but this will be too dangerous for her,” she sighs.