The human girl was was passing tall and hard boddied with a heart shaped face, golden eyes and tatoos to match the metalic streeks in her platinum blond hair.  She gave the girl who came to help her a warm smile as her hands worked diligently to clean and poiltice the wounded, taking great care to remove all trace of impurity from the body, wash it with a fragrant herbal tea, then carefuly wrap the injuries with clean bandages, each poulticed in acordance with the nature of the wound, sometimes elaboratly, others simply with layered herbs.<br/><br/>As she paused, she would glance over at the more heavily injured, afreared for them and checking for signs of the magic nessicary to give them a full recovery.<br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/><em>Are they recieving magical treatment?</em><br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/>"Well met," the girl gave a cheery smile to the beautiful burnette.  "I'm Firesong.  Could you keep the tea cycle going and take charge of cutting off the bandages for me?  That would be a big help."<br/><br/>The blond sighed, "Mm, that was my plan too.  Stop by the camp for a few minutes, find out the news from the road ahead, trade drinks.  The gods are<em>never</em>that nice, especialy when wounded need tending too.  But what am I supposed to do?  Leave them to bleed to death?  I can't do that.  Not when I was once the pale girl beneth a tree, with more blood on the grass than in my body.  Not when he didn't look the other way, and I'm alive and strong and often happy today because of it."