Anethrial opens her eyes wide. She tries to jump to her feet  up as if she is still being attacked, but her body is tired and sluggish, and the best she is able to do is sit up leaning against the wall. She flails her arms like shes warding off inadvisable attackers.  Her eyes dart everywhere, and then seem to settle on Laszlo. She takes a few deep breathes, and coughs. She can taste the copper of blood in her mouth.<br/><br/>" you." she croaks. " you came back for me." She said, though it had been no doubt in her mind that he would, unless he succumbed to his injures.<br/><br/>She remembers the arrow, and the way that he had been acting before they had parted. " are you ok?" She asked clearly more worried about him then anything else. She had been taught after all to put others first, and she still felt responsible for him being shot.