Bryn will inspect the apparent cuts and chafing on the elf.  "Look," she says bluntly.  "Looks superficial.  But it might have had something else in mind... maybe planting a spore, or a disease, or something."  She remains deadpan as she stares into his eyes.  "I don't know, and I'm not creative enough to think like a monster.  Just tell us immediately if you get any pain, rash, swelling... anything.  And not THAT kind of swelling.  We won't cut it off."  She glances aside and mumbles 'probably' under her breath before continuing.  "Just don't try to tough it out if anything strange happens." Heal check (untrained, modify if necessary) to check for anything obviously unusual about Rolan's wounds (1d20+7=19) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2648987/)<br/><br/>Despite her clinical approach and usual coldness, she manages a slight smile of reassurance.  Ordinarily, she'd be more insistent, but she knows how men can be protective of their equipment, and she doesn't intend to humiliate the elf.  Or send the wrong signals, for that matter.<br/><br/>Before turning to try to find the riding horse.  Assuming that the artificer didn't let it run off when the fighting started, she'll loosely wrap the reins around a low-hanging limb... if something attacks it, she wants it to break free and run.  Otherwise, she'd rather it stay put in case she, or anyone else, needs to be hauled out for burial.