Miranda's attempt at binding her wounds hardly went unnoticed by the little priestess of Myhriss, and suddenly she was beside the taller woman, peering up at her arm.<br/>"If you could sit down for a moment?" She asked softly, but surprisingly firmly. "If nothing else, that needs a properbinding before we leave."<br/>Apparently the halfling has decided that if she has something to concentrate on, she'll be fine. Maybe after tending to Miranda's wounds, she'll even be calm.<br/><br/>Dza's approach is met with what Caro intended to be a warm smile, but which in fact was a bit weaker than she had hoped for. Although she was trying to keep herself together, the sudden raid had clearly  shaken her.<br/>"Could someone pass my armour over?" she asked, not glancing away from Miranda's wound. "I didn't have the chance to put it on before ... what just happened."