Lydia stepped back out of the cover, still looking about her for any surprises. "Watch out for others, they might be more in the underbrush."<br/><br/>She approached their downed companion and removed her backpack to rummage around for a moment, withdrawing the potion that had been her claim of the loot from the first encounter. "Cure light wounds." she said and knelt to carefully pull her head into her lap. "Come on Sweetie, open those pretty eyes and I'll give you something good to eat."<br/><br/>She looked at the captured man, "Kill him. He wouldn't of given us quarter and we don't have room for prisoners." She knew that it was cold, but sometimes the wilds were cruel and cold. "We'll question the one in the furry cups about others and their stashes of goods."