Mila knew the injury was beyond her ability to fully heal, but she did know enough first aid to get her up and moving about again; albeit slowly. She'd give the human woman a flat piece of wood to bite down on when she made her sit down and stretch her leg out and reset it with a loud, painful CRACK!  The pain would be immense but the sense of something being put right would be a relief.  She'd then manage to create a makeshift splint for the leg, binding it tightly to appropriate length pieces of wood and rope.  Mila stood up after she was done and offered the woman a hand up to see if she could get up, providing her with a crutch to walk with after breaking off a suitable length to use with a natural crook in it to lean on.<br/><br/>"My apologies. That's the best I can do for the time being." Mila apologized to the young woman. "My name's Mila." She introduced herself in a friendly tone.  Then she heard Aravashnial's words for the nobleman he called "Gwerm"; so that's how she'd identify them.  Being an armiger, she was trained to pick up on subtle signs of hostility (so the that her organization can go in an quash it before it comes to blows or whatnot); she'd approach Aravashnial and Gwerm and put on a sweet face despite her evil looking eyes; and the fact her tail was twitching abit around her waist.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen." She said pleasantly. "Please save any personal issues you have until we can get you back to the surface.  She's..." She nodded to Lissa. "..Right, we have to work together to get back to Kenabres." Mila continued, taking a placating tone of voice.   With that; trying to clearly get her point across so that they could hold down the tension until they got back at least.    "If you gentleman will excuse me, I'm going to scout around a bit; it seems we're safe here for now but I want to be sure." She said, politely bowing to the nobleman and the elf before she turned to step off to be ready to advance once the others felt ready.<br/><br/>The light of the sunrod gleamed a bit off the black and red leather she wore as well as the small pieces of metal affixed to her cestus as she paused to recover her Glaive-Guisame; an elegant looking weapon.  So far though; she'd shown no signs of religious symbology- which others may've had for comfort.  Having the weapon in hand made her feel a little more secure about their situation and made her feel more alert.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy Roll: 13 +8 Skill= 21</div></div>