<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Looking over herself, the dark elf had pretty much gone completely unscathed, especially as her minor wound had been taken care of so quickly.  Yet as she looked at the rest of the party, the others hadn't been so lucky.  "Is everyone okay?" she asked as she peered about, looking for the most wounded amongst them.  Despite Jalna's brush with death, the cleric's quick acting looked like it had pulled her up quite a bit as it seemed, and despite having taken a blow from the boss, Remi looked as fit as usual considering her armor wasn't overly damaged.<br/><br/>With the gnolls on the run, Sumara had little reason to pursue.  It was probably better that the large one hadn't been able to get close to most of the party, so she thought it prudent to let them go.  Instead, a quick inspection told her the pair of gnomes had suffered the most after Jalna.  Going over to them, the paladin kneeled before them with a sad look in her eyes.  "My apologies I was not able to protect you, here, allow me to heal you."  Reaching out to each one, the thin leather of her gloved hands wrapped around one of Waywocket's breasts through her dress while her other hand maneuvered into the tight space under Wren's armor to grope one of hers.<br/><br/>Though she channeled her Lay on Hands healing power evenly between both gnomes<strong>(5 healing each)</strong>, she couldn't help but fondle the two girls a bit, fighting to hold back a slight grin while blushing.