Ildra noted the strain surrounding Malith's initial smile. As a result, it caused her own to fatler just a touch. Did he sense, or see, something she did not? He was trained in such matters, where she was just merely the healer and herbalist. She stood up, still smiling for Ketherit's benefit, and smoothly moved beside the Ranger.<br/><br/>"I'm sure we could spare some food Ildra, don't you think?" Malith gestured to the fallen elf with a smile, "I think she is safe enough to take back to the village."<br/><br/>Ildra looked at him, "Will they give her foodstuffs without questioning me Malith?"<br/><br/>"I'll come along to make certain that they do."<br/><br/>She nodded softly, assurred, then aided Malith in helping the girl to her feet. "She is bruised, and her feet are bare. She will need shoes when we get back to the village."<br/><br/>He nodded his agreement as she brushed twigs and dirt from Kitherit's hair and back. As usual, her touch was that light, gentle skimming most were used to. "You-walk," she told Kith and pointed north. If only her common were better! "Walk- food." Hopefully, Kitherit would not think she was the course for the coming meal!