Énien looked at her blood covered hands. "bad memories" she said to herself and quickly closed her eyes. She opened them after a while and looked at the company. Énien began to pull the arrows out of several corpses on the ground. "Arrows, we cannot afford to waste them." she said to no one. She then spoke to the rest. "The corpses? Burn them? or leave them to the dogs?" she questioned.
Énien then saw Tareth sitting on the ground, his axe bloodstained and laying nearby. "His first kill." she thought to herself. "I remember mine all too well, never the same." The elf thought again. She saw Tareth's injured arm.
Énien walked over to him. She kneeled beside him and took his arm. "Your hurt. Are you injured anywhere else?" This was genuine empathy. She turned to find Carmalita. "Carmalita! Tareth is wounded!"
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~My lord, Éomer~
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