The Process of Healing

When: Tuesday, October 12, 2004 (OOC), a day or two after Imriel and Ryriel were 
  fought and killed (IC)
Who: Marengo, Flashfire, Vitric, Winnowill, Kaer, Neko, Redstar and Akira. 
  Generi emitted by Winnowill
What: Various elves are in the process of recovering from the battle, some still 
  in rougher shape than others, and Winnowill is among those looking in on them. 

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Field before Blue Mountain
   A single mountain stands almost unnaturally into the air before you, grand 
and solid. Boulders and uneven, sheer rock faces threaten those who wander too 
close. Huge cracks split the mountain's roots, down to the assortment of rubble 
at its feet and up, hundreds of heights toward the mountain's spindly peak. In 
either the brightness of day or under the light of twin moons, the entire 
mountain and all the rocks about it have a definite blue tint.
   The field, dotted with boulders, seems to end at the mountain itself. One of 
the larger cracks obviously delves in deeper, forming a short, narrowing cave.

Contents:
Winnowill
Redstar
giant bondbird
Nightfall's tent
Vitric
Marengo
Briar's Tent
Softstep
Firewater's Tent
Sorrow's End Camp
Huge Tent
Sabor

Obvious exits:
Shallow cave <N>  South


Sleep hasn't gone well, and with the sounds that Marengo heard, and the dreams 
she had, she's been a little wary exiting her lean to. But its been more than a 
full night and day, two in fact, and everything seems much quieter now. So, 
after the daystar has fallen, Marengo slowly makes an exit from her lean to, 
staying near to it, ears perked and listening, as is her mind.

With the Twins defeated, at least physically, many elves are in various stages 
of recovery, some worse than others. In spite of Winnowill's success in healing 
his physical hurts, Flashfire still feels like he may be better off dead. He's 
been resting in one of the camps the majority of the time, doing very little 
other than sleeping. Everything hurts all over, inside and out, and energy is a 
foreign concept to him. Mentally, that state isn't much better. His eyes, when 
open, just seem wilder, as if he's withdrawn to another place. He may go back to 
the Palace, but he's not at the point of being able to yet.

For his part, Vitric has been willingly run ragged -- there are not so many 
able-bodied elves left that those with full use of their senses and limbs can 
sit idle. Well, perhaps not *all* senses, but enough of them to be useful, the 
former Sun Villager thinks as he dips up yet another bowl of mash made up of 
bleached acorn meats and broth. Flashfire has stirred, and Vitric's assigned 
duty is to get food and water into any wounded who can keep it down.

A Snake's work is never done... if it's not time to abuse, subject, or cull 
someone into the protection that only She can provide, she has to tend to those 
wounded by the battle. With Generi at her side, dutifully attending to Her, the 
Lord of Blue Mountain braves the camps outside her home. The air seems so humid 
to her, so cloying and confining, feels like rain. She gazes at each elf she 
meets, mentally checking off those she has tended to, those she has saved, those 
still needing assistance, and those.. who fled her grasp to the Palace. Hi ho, 
off to work we go.

Shea can hear footsteps of those well, and the moans and groans of the injured 
and healing. Otherwise, all seems dreadfully quiet, to her ears and her mind. 
Thus, a very nervous sending flutters from the mind of Marengo, as she is not at 
all certain who is there, or isn't, to receive the open thought, ** Shade..? **

Flashfire doesn't yet give an indication whether or not he's hungry, but after 
sleeping through the majority of the day with no sustenance, his appetite is 
pretty strong. The tall, lean wolfelf, in a mostly fetal position, uncurls 
slowly and groans just a bit in the process, eyes blinking up at the sky as they 
attempt to focus. He sniffs the air, turns his head, and watches Winnowill. 
She..saved his life.

If the skinny villager gives any notice to yet another pair of strangers in the 
camp, he's not showing it; there have been so many comings and goings as of late 
that he's stopped trying to keep track. Instead, he moves to crouch beside 
Flashfire's bedding. "Welcome back to the world of the waking," he says with a 
weary attempt at a smile. He holds out the bowl of steaming mush. "Care to try a 
little food?"

Winnowill's head turns slightly towards the sending, and with a look back at 
Generi, she begins slowly stepping her way through the clutch of tents and 
dwellings, seeking out the sender, for some reason, her hand reaches up to rest 
on her brow, and for the careful observer, she winces in pain moments after the 
send arrives.

Marengo's head turns right, then left, her lower lip pulled into her mouth, no 
responses to her sending make her worry. But then, the sound of a voice drifts 
through the air, and she thinks, that maybe, it might be her friend. Another 
hesitant step is taken from her lean to, hair a bit of a mess, a wee bit on the 
aromatic side: after all, she's not come out of her lean to, for a couple days.

Eyes follow the Mountain's Lord until She moves out of Flashfire's line of 
sight, conflicting thoughts swirling through his head about Her. She kept him 
alive when She could've easily feigned failure, said he was too far gone to 
heal. Why? What are Her reasons for it? It may be better to not find out. 
Vitric's words go unnoticed during this time; he only notices the elf trying to 
get his attention after his eyes focus on the bowl of mush. A weak hand, fingers 
still tipped with claws, extends towards it.

Kaer follows the trail from the south.

Vitric nods encouragingly, passing the food into Flashfire's grip. He catches 
sight of poor Marengo, who's looking like a blanket that's been left on the 
floor too long again. He hasn't had much time for her these past two days. "I'll 
be right back if you need me," he tells the flame-furred elf, and rises to his 
feet. Vitric jogs toward Marengo, hailing her.

Winnowill reaches where the sending came from.. unless the sender moved.. hrm, a 
partially cloaked, and rather noxious elfess. Winnowill takes a polite and 
hurried step back, her hands folding across her midriff, collecting shawl and 
cloak trails at the elbow. "Darkness" She greets simply, making an assumption 
based on height and lack of floating.

Indistinct specks quickly turn into a pair of large panthers, moving rapidly 
through the rocky field with powerful leaps and bounds from boulder to boulder 
from the direction of the river. They stop just short of the scattered 
campsites, tails twitching as they take up position. A few moments later, a 
scattered group of elves, grim-faced and covered with grime and sweat, follow in 
their wake with travel packs and freshly killed prey. A tall rangy elf passes 
through the group to the forefront, nodding to one or other of his companions to 
set up some type of camp before passing through the watchful panthers and into 
the scattered tents. Kaer draws a deep breath, somewhat winded from the forced 
pace of the journey to reach this point, and sends openly to the small group 
gathered at the foot of the Mountain ** Lord Winnowill... we have come, finally. 
** A raised eyebrow as he considers the obvious signs of struggle, the debris 
from what looks like an explosion.

Though her face is turned towards Vitric's hailing, Marengo is caught up short, 
head quickly turning towards the one who spoke the greeting of her home. Her 
eyes remain closed, but the muscles of her cheek can be seen to twitch. In her 
sending there is no hiding nervousness and, fear? ** Darkness... ** For all she 
knows, this is some Underworlder addressing her. Where's Vitric by her side, or 
in front of her when she needs him??

Flashfire moves to sit up slowly before cradling the bowl of mush in his hands, 
shakily raising it to his lips for a taste. Just that much effort is enough to 
make him grimace, catching a breath or two before trying to get some more of the 
stuff in his mouth. Unfortunately, after Vitric's left, he begins to lower the 
bowl and is unable to maintain a hold on it. It topples away from him, some of 
it spilling on his side while the rest makes a mess of the bedding area. With a 
sigh, he just gives up and flops down to his back, staring up again in defeat. 
He must remind himself that this is all part of having to deal with being a 
fighter, someone who got in close to help defeat the Twins and paid for it 
dearly.

Marengo's seeing-eye elf slows to a halt in his customary place at her left 
side. "Here I am," he assures her. "I've been so busy looking out for everyone 
else, I all but forgot to see how you were. After your nightmares, you didn't 
seem to want company..." He clears his throat. "I'm going to take a standing 
bath later -- there's really no time to head to the river. Do you want me to 
heat you a bowl of wash-water as well?"

Neko stalks along near his leader. He also glances about the site, an eyebrow 
raising slightly.

Winnowill scowls briefly.. then sets her jaw. Then another sends to Her... she 
answers, speaking aloud again, to both the Underworlder and her sudden 
companion. "I do not believe we have met fully yet. I am Winnowill, Lord of the 
Mountain. Did you need something of me." The catelves arrival is sudden, and 
unexpected. She looks to Generi, her eyebrows raise, then look in their 
direction, and she speaks softly. "Please bring them here." Which the stoic 
Chosen does quite efficiently, not leaving Winnowill's side for a moment. He 
sends to the announcing elven mind. **Chieftain, follow my sending, the Lord is 
here.**

Marengo nods her head to answer Vitric's question, opening her eyes just once, 
and then closing them. Its then, Winnowill's words seep into her cluttered mind 
and she swallows. Uh oh - this is the one that made her head hurt before. And a 
Lord.. that should be a Lady... it makes her head hurt. Regardless of what her 
head does, she bows low at the waist, ** Lord Winnowill, ah.. no, we have not... 
I am.. ** And then, the other sends a Chieftain. Which means much bigger than 
she, so, her send falters and falls silent.

Kaer folds his arms as the Chosen Generi draws near, sending without looking 
behind him ** Alons, see to the setting up of our camp and make sure the 
panthers do not stray. Neko, come with me. ** He nods to Generi's request, 
impatient to see the Lord of Blue Mountain again, and follows the Chosen through 
the tents to where Winnowill, gray eyes quickly flashing across the faces of the 
others gathered in speculation. His serious expression is a good indication that 
the Cat Elf chieftain is aware that his arrival is possibly a bit too late to do 
any good. ** Lord Winnowill, ** he sends as he draws abreast of her. ** We have 
come as quickly as we can. **

Apart from the rest of the elves, Flashfire turns his head and looks at the glop 
that had previously been in the bowl. Through eyes that become slitted from just 
this much effort, he sweeps a bit of the stuff off the side of his torso and 
leaves it at that for now, pushing himself half the width of a hand away from 
the rest. There's a bit of it on his fingers, so he licks it off. That worked a 
little better. Not as much movement. Maybe..yes, he can scoot down a little 
closer to the gruel, sort of shovel a bit of it from fingers to mouth with less 
motion.

Vitric smiles. "Good, good. I...oh, puckernuts." He's just caught sight of 
Flashsire and the mess. "Dung twice...Marengo, can you follow me?"

Neko nods to Kaer and replies in spoken word saying, "Sure. I was here for a 
time many seasons ago myself."

Winnowill nods as the chieftain sends, her eyes narrowing at the edges. She 
responds in a calm, placid tone, her voice a tad hollow, given the surroundings. 
"I believe you, Kaer, Chieftain. But as you can see, the combat has occurred, 
and ended. Many need tending to however, and all healthy hands are welcome."

Marengo bobs her head to the questions asked of her by Vitric, and moves to 
follow the voice and steps or her seeing-eye elf friend.

Neko asks as he examines his surroundings, "So what happened here anyway? 
Nothing to pleasent by the look of things."

Kaer growls softly, his fears realised as Winnowill confirms the physical 
evidence strewn over the field. ** I am glad to see you here, Lord Winnowill... 
** he sends softly, turning his head to include the others. ** All of you. ** He 
turns and indicates Neko, adding ** This is one of my hunters, Neko. **

Flashfire decides he's had enough of the not-meat after a few more scoops to the 
mouth, rolling onto his back again as he pants lightly. The others can talk 
about what happened here. He knows already, and knows how much it all hurt.

Vitric sighs and ambles over to Flashfire, slow enough that Marengo can follow. 
He looks around for something to clean up the mess with as he speaks to 
Flashfire. "I'm sorry about that. I thought you'd recovered more. Well...let me 
got you another bowl before we clean up. That way if there's another spill, you 
won't have to endure being groomed twice."

Winnowill nods "Good to see you, then. Now, I was in the middle of asking this 
young Underworld maiden" She looks to her side.. "Who seems to have left where 
she was.. to see what she needed." She sweeps a hand to the camp "You are 
welcome to find a place here, if you need to rest from your trip, and I am sure 
that any help you could provide would be appreciated. Now, excuse me."

Neko gives a bow to Winnowill when he is mentioned by name, "Greetings once 
again, Lord Winnowill."

Marengo simply toddles behind Vitric, her steps slow and uncertain, occasionally 
toeing at the ground before putting weight on her foot. She keeps some leather 
wrapped about her shoulders and arms. Working to stay out of Vitric's way, once 
he begins the duty of tending to another.

Like the good little girl she's supposed to be, Redstar had stayed well away 
from the battle field and the mountain since her arrival with the rest of her 
tribe. After a couple of days of nothing to do but hang around the camp, she, 
and her ever present wolf, wander off to get away for a short time and gather a 
few local plants for her father's collection. The sound of elves talking lures 
her away to investigate, and upon hear a very familiar voice, she stops and 
grasps the fur on the back of her bondbeast's neck before venturing further with 
the confidence of the sighted.

Switching to speech, Kaer inclines his head slightly in response, "We are happy 
to help as we can, Lord Winnowill. We've hunted well today along the river and 
any here are welcome to share our food." The last is partially directed at 
Flashfire, the quick peek at his bowl engendering a grimace on the Cat Elf's 
face. He turns and sends sharply back towards the Cat Elves setting up tents, 
ordering that some of the day's kill be butchered and brought to the others 
gathered here.

Flashfire was going to try finally apologizing to Marengo because of the 
problems he helped cause back when they both met Kintae the first time, but now 
that's not the main thing on his mind. At Vitric's words, he trains his yellowed 
eyes upon the Sun Villager, managing a shrug. It's rotten being mostly helpless. 
Now he knows what many prey animals feel like. He shakes his head briefly to the 
idea of more mush. "Meat," he manages, barely above a whisper. Of course, the 
grooming isn't a bad thing. The soreness doesn't help, of course.

Neko says to Kaer, "I hope the others will be alright. It is rather err open in 
these lands and much colder."

Winnowill returns to her search for the cloaked Underworlder, Generi close at 
her side, eyes cautious and ready for danger. Seeing her by one of the more 
wounded elves she approaches. "Pardon me.. Child, you left so suddenly, please, 
continue."

With Vitric scurrying about getting this and that, it leaves Marengo to simply 
settle on the ground, not too close to Flashfire, but not terribly distant 
either. The approach of someone catches her off guard though, and swallows 
nervously, ** I.. you.. were busy... Ah.. ** Her head drops down, chin to chest, 
eyes remain closed, ** My name, is Marengo.. or Skyclad. **

Within minutes, a Cat Elf runs up with portions of dried leaper and fresh 
ravvit, offering it to whomever desires it. Kaer nods to Neko, answering "I 
know, Neko. Fortunately, there are no swordfeet or longtooths in these lands, so 
cover is not an immediate issue. The tents will suffice and our glider brethren 
will keep an eye on us while we are here." Taking a bowl from his hunter, he 
approaches Flashfire with a smile and offers it to him.

Meat. That's the best thing Flashfire could possibly eat in order to help 
replenish his strength. The soreness? His body will just have to recover on its 
own. As for the mind, that's a different story. Things are looked at in a less 
complex manner now; the simpler, the better. Hungry? Eat. Tired? Sleep. The 
tall, furred elf, perhaps an oddity to the Cat Elves, looks from Marengo to 
Winnowill and the faint sense of a send rises towards Her, one of actual 
gratitude for repairing his body. Any past hatred towards Her is currently 
subdued. When Kaer arrives with fresh ravvit meat, Flashfire sniffs in that 
direction and looks more interested, reaching slowly for a few pieces.

Neko watches his leader as he goes over to the strange looking elf. He then 
turns to observe Winnowill and the young elf she is with.

Redstar pauses a moment, listening as well as she can, then moves onward towards 
the group. Curious as she is, she doesn't say anything yet.

Winnowill arches a brow.. "Sky.. clad? Let me guess, wolfrider given? Well, now 
I am not as busy, I have time before I can attend to any of the other wounded. 
Tell me child.. can you speak?"

With her head bowed, its doubtful anyone but those fairly close by, can see the 
brief flinch. She does not respond, save to shake her head.

Kaer grins as Flashfire accepts the food, pleased to see that the wolfrider 
still has some strength in him. Saving a strip of dried leaper for himself, he 
lowers himself wearily onto a nearby boulder and begins to chew reflectively, a 
bit weary from the long, forced trek north to this place. A few moments pass by 
before a younger Cat Elf runs up from the direction of the newly-erected tents, 
grinning and sending something privately. Kaer nods, dismissing the younger elf 
with a quick smile.

Winnowill nods "I see, well, if we are to speak at any great length about your 
other.. obvious wounds, Child, we simply must see to that. Will you take my 
hand?" She holds it out, danger, promise and power, all contained in four 
slender pale digits. But be careful, this snake strikes most often when docile, 
right Redstar?

If Kaer knew anything about what happened to Flashfire, he'd better understand 
why the Wolfrider is so weak and sore. Being on the brink of death - while 
inevitable for those with wolfblood - especially due to serious injuries is not 
something that just gets better overnight, or in most Wolfrider's cases, 
overday. Even Winnowill is forgotten for now in the interest of the tasty ravvit 
meat. Weakly, he gives Kaer a smile but says nothing yet.

Neko walks off a little ways to find an open big of space. He starts to stretch 
then slowly begins to move through a series of positions and gestures. He mind 
focused on this task.

Marengo makes no move to lift hand upward, not that she would even know where 
Winnowill's hand is in the first place, after all, her eyes are closed. A 
trickle of sending begins, as beads of sweat break out on the funny shaded 
Underworlder's brow.

Winnowill frowns, her hand still extended. "You must if I am to heal you child. 
Then we can speak further of your needs."

Close enough to perhaps over hear the conversations, Redstar speaks up, "Don't 
trust her." The short prhase is spoke with a rather neutral tone tinged with her 
hatred of the Black Snake.

Kaer considers Winnowill and Marengo, turning his head to look at Redstar for a 
moment, "If healing is required... trust is only needed by those who have a 
choice."

Marengo's head turns toward the voice of the child she's known since coming to 
Lostholt. Her brows draw down, a warring look on her face. But then, the words 
of Kaer are given - and he is chieftain. Chieftain and Lord, giving her choice, 
child counseling against. What's an Underworlder servant to do?!

Trust Winnowill? Flashfire didn't even have a real chance to. It was simple - 
either She healed him or he'd have died. If that means losing something else as 
a result of it, it's a tradeoff that has to be taken into account and dealt 
with. He slowly curls back up a little, managing to sit upright with no small 
amount of effort, leaning over the bowl a bit to make the eating easier. He just 
can't seem to work up the concern to follow what Winnowill and Marengo are up 
to.

That outstretched hand pauses, falters.. and the Lord murmurs.. "Ah, the child." 
Her hand retracts, and she speaks again to the elf at her feet. "As the Cat elf 
Chief says, those with a choice, Skyclad. Tell me by chance, are you originally 
from the land beneath this? This Underworld? I assume so, I've heard no groups 
of your kind living anywhere else. So then have you heard of an elf named 
Melisanda?"

Generi tenses, reading quickly the momentary unease from his Lord. His hand 
strays just a bit closer to his talon-whip. Danger meter up 2 points.

Marengo's attention turns back to Winnowill, not that it ever faltered much, but 
she nods, ** I have. ** Scary scary Lady that one.

Redstar turns her head in Kaer's voice, arches a brow then says simply, "I still 
wouldn't trust 'her'. Not after what she did." The last said softly as she turns 
to look away and follows the gray wolfess closer to Marengo. She can't forget 
the last time she was this close to the mountain. The memories still haunt her 
sleep after four long turns. There's no danger from her. Not for a while longer, 
at least.

Kaer shrugs lightly, nodding in understanding to Redstar's bitter words. 
Understanding as the Cat Elf has traveled through the holts of the north in his 
youth, heard the bitter words offered to the one known as the Black Snake of 
Blue Mountain. Still, he is a pragmatic sort and would not refuse a healing 
regardless of the source. The hand gripping the rapidly disappearing meat strip 
tightens a bit at the mention of the Underworld, a subject of some distrust for 
the Cat Elf.

Flashfire eats. (tm)

Winnowill steps away from the Underworlder, "A most viscous, and vengefully elf. 
Good that you are wary of her. Now, since our new arrivals are settling in. I 
think it best I return to my chambers to rest. Do send to a Chosen should you 
wish to discuss your situation further, Skyclad."

Redstar is lead towards Marengo by her wolf before the faithful beast changes 
course and goes to investigate Flashfire. One ear from both elfess and wolf are 
kept trained on Winnie as they too close for comfort.

Marengo swallows nervously, and just nods, not knowing what else to do. 
Healing... A Lord and Lady of the Underworld wanted it for her, but she was too 
afraid then, then again, the healing would come from the one that did much of 
the harm, and that moment gave her a healthy dose of fear regarding healers.

Flashfire seems to have finally had his fill of ravvit meat, or perhaps it's 
because he's cleaned out the entire bowl. His appetite is still strong, even if 
the rest of him is not. He lowers the bowl gently and carefully leans back down 
to the bedding the rest of the way, eyes trailing over towards Redstar and wolf 
after Winnowill departs.

After Winnowill departs, Marengo stumble walks back towards her lean to, and 
disappears within once again. Coming out always gets her into such trouble.

Its the wolf that wants to check out Flashfire, for Redstar can only use her 
other senses to find out much about him without speaking. While the friendly 
wolf stretches out to sniff curiously, the flame haired lass holds on to the 
scruff and says sternly, "Behave Digger. He might not want to be bothered."

Akira has arrived.

Kaer slips down, back against the boulder as he stares up at the stars.

So this is what it's like to be a cub again, prior to being capable of really 
fending for oneself. Flashfire slowly pushes back up to an elbow, then finds 
those muscles don't like being used too much right now and settles for just 
lying on his back again, looking up at Digger curiously. "Whuf?" he seems to 
question. How much elf is in there right now, compared to wolf?

An hour or so after Kaer and Neko arrived, another small contingent of Cat Elves 
and their bonds come into view. Towards the front of them, one breaks off from 
the group with a black panther, padding towards Kaer as the others begin to set 
up tents and the like.

"Whuff murrrr..." is Digger's reply to Flashfire, then Redtar giggles. A foreign 
sound to her since its been a while since she last had anything to be amused 
about. The wolfess' eyes are bright, and her tail wagging, showing she is very 
happy, if still much like a pup at this moment. Using the wolf to help guide, 
Red kneels and rests her free arm on her knees and asks, "Still hurt?"

Kaer stretches fitfully, comfortable where he is for the moment. As Akira 
arrives with the hunting party that split off two days before, he smiles and 
waves, "Ho, Akira! Was the hunting good along the Forbidden River?"

Flashfire grins briefly up at Digger and snuffles at her, but hopefully the wolf 
understands enough to be gentle, careful. No rough play. Bad idea. The wolfelf's 
eyes shift towards Redstar and he murmurs a single word: "Sore." Very sore, in 
fact. If it wasn't for the molten shrapnel wounds being all healed, he'd almost 
think they were still there.

Akira nods to Kaer, offering him a faint smile. ** It was, we caught a good deal 
of prey. Plenty to share, if it's needed. ** As he approaches closer it can be 
seen that he has some of the smaller kills slung over his back. A lot of what 
looked like packs that the rest of the party were carrying turn out to be more 
kills. ** How is everything here, Kaer? **

Digger understands perfectly. She's a smart and well trained wolfess, so she's 
very gentle with the nuzzle and licking. Nodding, Redstar says, "I can help 
some. Daddy taught me a few things about healing plants." There's a little smile 
as she holds up her chin with pride at what she's learned from dear old dad.

Kaer says "Good. There are plenty of wounded here who need food... get some of 
the others to help you cut it up. Get Rael to help once he comes back in from 
scouting around."

Akira nods again. ** Of course. How did they get wounded? what's going on? ** He 
turns to look towards his party, sending to them for a moment while he waits for 
Kaer to give him the rundown.

Flashfire wriggles just a bit from Digger's nuzzling and licking, at least 
finding that enjoyable - enough that a few licks of the wolf's muzzle are 
returned in a friendly gesture before he lowers down to the bedding again. Hey - 
there's still a bit of mush he didn't get out of the fur along one side. Digger 
might not like the stuff, but it does have some sort of scent. He looks back to 
Redstar and brows scrunch together in thought. Words are..fractured right now, 
indicative of his shaky mental state. "Healed..sore, weak. Plants..help?" Could 
they relieve the soreness, the tender feelings inside?

If she could see, Redstar might feel a lot more sympathy for Flashfire, but the 
sound of his voice is enough for her, for now, along with the little whine from 
Digger. "Plants can help a little if you're already healed. Some can take away 
the pain" she says, reciting exactly what she was taught. "I have some 
willowbark back in the camp and I can bring daddy back with me. He knows 
stronger plants to take away the hurt."

"Maybe..all right," Flashfire answers, leaving the matter of who healed him out 
of the mix this time around. He opens up with a large yawn, then heavy eyes 
slide closed and it's not long at all before the recuperating one is fast asleep 
again. Eat and sleep? Maybe he's turning into a feline.

Kaer slowly rises to his feet, motioning to the Cat Elf encampment. "Let's worry 
about getting the sentries posted. Rael looked dead on his feet when we got 
here, don't think he's going to last for long out there tonight."

Akira nods to Kaer. ** All right. I can take sentry duty for a little while, I'm 
awake for the moment. ** He begins to stride towards his encampment to help his 
fellows distribute the food and set up the sentries.

Or an old wolf. *grin* Redstar nods and leaves Flashfire to sleep. Urging the 
wolf away, she then climbs on Digger's back. "Lets get daddy, Digger. Hurry." 
she says then the bonded pair are off at a trot into the woods.