<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>The elf's lack of resistance or event the slightest hint of aversion to her touch emboldened the short-haired youth. Yet everytime he made so much as eye contact with her, or any hint of awareness to her actions, Xeola stopped abruptly. Tentatively she kept her distance then, and for awhile would leave him alone. She patiently waited then, intently watching her charge. After a few minutes, she began to talk to him in the Yuan-ti tongue entirely.<br/><br/>A few words she stammered through, and began to ramble at times. It became evident that she wasn't really expecting him to respond, or even to understand him. She spoke to the elf like a teenage girl would to a diary, and he judged her to be around seventeen years of human age.<br/><br/>After awhile, she sighed with melancholy. Seemingly bored or unsure of what to do with herself, the girl's face lit with an idea and she put her hand up infront of Leander to bade him not to move. Xeola got up and went over to a stone protrusion forming a table along the wall. From his viewpoint on the ground, he saw a number of herbs and apparent medical supplies there. She didn't seem quite sure what she was working with, but nodded her head and started making something. As to be expected, she seemed not the least bit concerned that her loin cloth allowed a considerable amount of her rear to be exposed when she turned away from him.<br/><br/>The girl began to hum a tune softly to herself until she was done preparing whatever it was she was making for him. After awhile, Xeola sauntered cheerfully back to the elf and set down two bowls onto the floor and pulled another set of dried bark bandages out from underneath her armpit, likewise laying them down upon the floor. She brought up on bowl of clear liquid up to Leander's lips, gently tipping it. It was sweet, and didn't taste too bad. Whether it was for medicinal purposes or his own comfort, Leander couldn't tell.<br/><br/>Setting it down gently, she bent over his body and unwrapped the makeshift bandage around his forearm. It was already looking better! Much of the wound had clotted already. Despite all the blood on the moist paper-like bark, the bite itself was quite clean and all Leander could make out were the teeth marks of the snake. It was going to heal nicely for nonmagical healing... It might not even leave a scar.<br/><br/>She delicately lifted his arm up and proudly displayed her 'work', asking him something in hopes of finding his approval.