She nodded, testing her foot, and hissing in pain though the cooling sensation of the healing aura lessened it quickly. "We'll have to wait a moment. feels like I broke my foot."<br/><br/>She smiled slightly, then offered the Dragoon a small bottle, the label clearly marking it as a curative draught. "Want something for your scratches and scrapes?"<br/><br/>She then paused, then stretched, picking up the fallen hand-and-a-half sword from the warrior the Dragoon had fought. "I wonder what set them off before we got here. They were making noises about one of their leaders being killed." Putting the large sword down, she flexed her ankle, feeling the bones knit due to the effect of the aura. "So, do you have a name?"