<strong>Mathius Vairo<br/>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Mathius could only cock his head to the side, with a crooked grin as he watched Eluv'yan turn away his attempts to help her. His hands went up close to his face, with open and bloodied palms facing towards her in a gesture of stopping to try and aid her. "As you wish." Mathius replied with a chuckle to her. He felt unsure of whether or not she was simply trying to prove her toughness. Either way, there was a part of him who admired a strong woman like Eluv'yan.<br/><br/>Soon, with a grunt and stumble prior, the newly minted Grey Warden was back onto his feet and off of a single knee. He went about making a quick check that he didn't lose anything during the fight as he ran a hand across both of his shortswords and pouch, and then across his chest for the familiar, yet slight bulge of the pendant he kept tucked away inside of his cloth. Afterwards, and after her bidding, Mathius walked over towards Bor's body. "What's wrong with him?" Mathius asked, his Antivan accent shining through, as he took a knee opposite the side Eluv'yan was on.<br/><br/>The blood crusted and cracked skin of Mathius’s hand reached behind Bors head and slid under it and the cold ground. Feeling the oily and unkept texture of the elder Warden’s hair in his fingers and lifting his head up slowly. “I did not see him struck or injured, did you?” Mathius asked his fellow Grey Warden on the opposite side of Bors body.