Dôranna smiled as she spoke with the others, talking about what she would do when she got home, where she would go first, what the first thing she would say to her parents would be. Well, she told most of it, anyway. She did not mention her fiancé. She wasn't ready yet.
She glanced around idly, and her eyes caught on Desolyn, sitting by herself a few yards away. The young woman--Dôranna no longer thought of any of her companions as 'girls' or 'boys', not after she had seen them in action--the young woman was hugging her knees to her, a weary and pained look in her eyes. The Elf excused herself from the conversation and crawled over to Desolyn. She winced at the blood that caked the rags on the woman's feet, and she was sure that that was not the extent of her injuries. Her own body was not in the best shape, but she had managed to get away with minimal damage.
"Does it hurt much?" Dôranna asked sympathetically. Startled out of her thoughts, Desolyn just frowned at her for a moment, and Dôranna noticed some light blood stains on her back. "I have some small skill in healing. My mother taught me how. I wish I had better herbs with me, but nothing useful grows in Nurn." She struggled with herself for a moment, trying to force the bitterness out of her voice. "I can't fix it all, but I might be able to make it hurt a little less." She sat on her heels, waiting for Desolyn's response.
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"Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"
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