<strong>Eluv'yan Federan<br/>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Eluv'yan scoffed lightly at Mathius' attempt at humor after a dark battle. She looked up in the darkening night as the faint twinkling of stars appeared in the blackness. It was strange, how things so beautiful could exist alongside something so horridly evil like the darkspawn. As Mathius neared her, she only cocked an eyebrow, questioning as to what he was doing. The silence between his sentences fell quick, and his voice managed to startle her ears when he spoke again.<br/><br/>Soon Mathius was standing over her, her tired eyes focused on his face. He looked like he had a similar night, and his limp was evidence enough that he was injured as well. Eluv'yan sighed softly as he reached down to help her up. She pursed her lips a little and just offered a stare in return. As he kneeled down next to her, she could only stare more at him, questioning what he was doing. As soon as he touched at her wound and pressed on it, she was attempting to swat away his hand with both of hers.<br/><br/><strong>"I might be a woman, but I'm no pansy little child who cries at every boo-boo,"</strong>with that she rolled onto her side and slowly got up. She could feel her bones creaking as she slowly got to her feet. Her muscles twitched from the exertion, and her mouth was a bit parched now. "I'll be fine, it's healing already and leaking isn't too much of an issue," She would put herself aside, because others came before her. Finally on her feet, Eluv'yan touched a hand lightly to her side. It was bleeding even more now, but she wasn't concerned. Particularly because blood wasn't gushing forth from her abdominal wall.<br/><br/>She pulled her dagger from the neck of the hurlock, with the help of her leg anchoring the body to the ground. Green eyes then fell onto Bor, who lay motionless. She was slightly concerned, even if the man had barely ever uttered words. She walked over slowly and nudged him with one of her feet. Not roughly, but enough to elicit a reaction from him. When he didn't respond, she kneeled down and checked for large wounds. None were found. The last thing she checked, was to see if he was breathing.<br/><br/>He was, but faintly so.<br/><br/><em>'Now is a time, I really wished I knew the healing arts...'</em>she thought to herself as she motioned Mathius over.<strong>"We should prop his head up a little,"</strong>she said to her fellow Warden.