Tivyrne curses, lifting her blood-wet hands in frustration and spiking her blades into the ground.  "Fuck!" she hisses.  "Fuck, fuck... I'm sorry--"  she possesses the presence to keep her voice quiet, but it's clear she's furious at herself.  "I'm so stupid, shit.  I just... it hurt you, and... awwww, shit--"  reaches for Tavia's face, the blades disappearing from the sand at either side of her feet.  She crouches, searching with her eyes for the placement of the wounds the rogue has endured.  "It's my fault, I'm sorry... is it bad?" she implores, her hushed voice close to Tavia's face.<br/><br/>Hearing in the elven girl's voice that she is in control, dealing with the wound and lucid, she swallows and turns back to the fallen reptilian me.  "Maybe they're not dead..." she reaches for the one that is the least... well...<i>open to the elements</i>and checks for a pulse, however weak.<br/><br/>Feeling nothing, she stands, emitting a heavy sigh, and focuses on the task at hand.  She rips off the sleeve of her cotton tunic, leaving the chain shirt bare against her shoulder, and hands the fabric to Tavia.  "I'm sorry I got you hurt," she says softly, then turns to Lairee.  "I'm... shit, I'm sorry.  I just... I'm not used to taking prisoners."  She curses once more under her breath.