Xenathiel lingers close to where Aeryn and Morgan meet the soldiers, but shys away from their ranks with the distrusting glare of a wild dog.  She has not rested her axe, and continually turns her attention from the men to the jungle, sizing up whatever may have followed them here.<br/>At the demonstration of field surgery, she scoffs and curls her lip, calling from the clearing's edge, "I'm glad you didn't cut on me the first time we met... will he be able to... er... walk?"