[Child of the 7th Age]

Child circulated among the many wounded. She didn't have much to work with. She tore off strips of her long skirt to work as bandages. And she did have a small bottle of water which she always carried at her side.

She looked in dismay at the pages of her annotated Silm. There weren't any germs in the Void so surely this material would be sterile. She gritted her teeth and began wrenching the pages out of the binding. She closed her eyes while she did it. She knew this was too important not to do but she didn't particularly want to watch its destruction.

Then she began to use the pages to mop up blood and other assorted remains. Ugh, Child didn't have much talent as a healer, but she was trying her best. She felt like dumping all this horrible stuff back in the trash can where Morgoth resided, but she knew she dare not take the lid off. To say nothing of the fact, her companions would probably throw her in, if she did anything so stupid!