Glancing over her shoulder, Xen makes a quick note that the other elf is doting on some wizened halfling, and she emits a cough and a nod.  "I'm getting her abed.  Ask after us, we'll share information."<br/><br/>She looks for someone timid-ike, easy to approach and willfully chucks her fist into his or her shoulder for a good-natured grin.  "Hey-- your big green Captain's quarters. Show me or he'll be pissed you left his new healer out in the sun."  Though Aeryn can certainly walk by now, Xen is reluctant to withdraw her supporting arm.  At that, she shuffles the young woman off to rest... hopefully, once the healer's regained some strength, the three of them can decide their next plan.  However, Xenathiel has quite rightly gained the assumption that her presence among the soldiers is not a welcome one.