The elven healer was quite prepared for his patient to wake, and rather than jerk away in disgust and risk hurting the human even more than he was, Grendal gently disengaged his arm. "You are safe here. You are grieveously wounded, however. Please try to relax. I believe Sergeant Mellenath can tell you more." His elven blue eyes were kind and compassionate. It would be a shock of the man did not know the fate of his men and they would now have to tell him.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/c8/db/7a/c8db7a6caf60d8c2e11ab67981959216.jpg)<br/><br/>A warning glance was given to the sergeant and she nodded in understanding. "Please relax, I will answer your questions. I have a few to ask you as well..." she tried to smile with reasurrance, though it was hard not to feel a bit wary of the man. When he turned to her, he would see an angular pale face, with her elegant ears pierced in several places, as her rank allowed. The glint of silver and gold in her long raven hair, indicated jewelry of the finest sort. "You are in Thorncliff. Your men and horses are still in your camp, near the main trade road." She hesitated, as she wanted to be honest with him, but still the questions burned in her mind. "Who are you? And where are you from?" She asked these basic questions first, to see if his mind was all there, and not fuzzy yet from the spell. Later, when he was more recovered, she could ask more pointed questions. For now, he was to be healed and allowed to rest.<br/><br/>