Estelarion finished bandaging Menelduliniel's arm. They were standing a little bit away from the group.
"Is it all right?" she asked, looking at the bandage, then at Estelarion.
"It was not a bad cut," Estelarion smiled at her, "You will live."
He ruffled her hair and she shied away. It was really hardly a scratch, but Estelarion was feeling merry. He was always strangely merry after a fight. It almost annoyed Menelduliniel that he could be so jovial after battle.
He smiled again, "You will live. Do not worry."
In truth, the wound was not at all as grave as it could have been. The arrow did not pierce too deeply and did not even hit the bone, thankfully.
Estelarion stood and pulled Menelduliniel up by her uninjured arm and they made their way back to the group.
"It is my strongest arm," Menelduliniel said, making a sour face.
"It will heal," Estelarion assured.
"But I will need it," Menelduliniel said.
"You will be fine," Estelarion assured her again.
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