He turned back to the panting elf, her arm clutched to her chest. "...Where the hell were you!?" she barked. He knelt down to her, reaching for her arm. "Leave it, I'm fine." she said, holding her arm away. Ignoring her, he caught her arm and held it still. She tried to tug her arm away, only earning a growl as he glared at her. With a sigh, she gave in.

Pulling at the leather, he tore the sleeve. She winced as the blood began to flow more readily, hiding the state that her arm was likely in. Glancing around, he grabbed a stray piece of cloth from one of the fallen banners around her. He wrapped it around her arm, drawing it in a tight knot. He momentarily turned his attention to her leg, before looking away in thought.

He put his newly acquired sword in his belt, then suddenly turned to her, hoisting her onto his shoulder. She was about to protest but thinking about how far she was from her hut, she bit her tongue. He walked about five yards from the battle scene where he put her down against a tree. He glanced about the woods before jogging away out of sight. "Hey, where are you going!?" she called getting no reply.

Having nothing else to distract herself, she could only focus on the throbbing pain of her arm and the feeling as if she had been doused with ice water. Why was it so cold!? After what felt like an age, the Uruk-Hai finally returned, his hands full of what appeared to be berries. She peered at them in an attempt to identify them, as they seemed familiar. It was only as he knelt down and she could see them that she recognized them as a type of berry that also grew in Murkwood, and was extremely toxic.

"What are you doing with those?" she said suspiciously. He said nothing, but emptied one hand and reached for her arm. Taking it, he removed the wrap, revealing the mangled bite. Seeing him crush the berries in his palm, she immediately pulled and tugged in an attempt to free her arm. "Let me go!!" she yelled, trying to push him away with her free hand.

He growled in annoyance, before planting his boot against her chest, pressing the air out of her lungs. Locking her hand in his and pulling her arm straight, he pressed the berry pulp into the wound. She gave a cry, spitting words that under any other circumstance she might not even understand. The wound frothed and hissed with searing pain as if her whole arm was on fire! He rewrapped it, holding the berries in place, then removed his boot from her ribs, making her cough and splutter for air.

As he let go of her hand, she pulled it to her chest and gave him a sharp hit to the shoulder with her healthy arm, which probably felt like nothing, but it made her feel better. "What the hell are you playing at!?" she demanded "It's prozagorgar, we've used it for years." he explained. "Well you're not using that stuff on my leg!" she said. "I would if I needed to." he said with a sneer. "But boot leather is tougher, it is simply sprained." he said.

Pulling her arm over his shoulder, he rose to his feet. "Come." he said, "Wait, my bow and arrows!" she said, "Later." he replied as he set off to the hut. She felt as though she were half-asleep through most of the journey, only partially remembering it, she mostly remembered being cold. Freezing cold.

Blinking once in the woods, she opened her eyes lying on her cot. She quickly sat up, glancing about herself, trying to figure out where she was. "Relax." said a familiar voice from the corner of the room. She found him sitting in a chair, sharpening his sword, his gaze calmly trained on his wet stone.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked, "Just since yesterday." he replied. She sighed, raising her hand to her face. She stopped as she remembered her hand, finding it wrapped in fresh linen. "I would wash that if I were you." he said. She nodded as she tried to rise to her feet, but the moment her foot felt weight, it screamed for her to sit back down.

She stood, holding her foot from the ground and balancing herself on the wall. He passed her his sharpened stick, which she took without question, leaning her eight into it. In this way, she hobbled to the stream, which was luckily close to her hut. She knelt on the bank and unwrapped the bandage. She had expected an open wound, but what she found was a mostly healed layer of skin. She could tell that it would become a large, darkened scar, covering her forearm, as it was already threatening, but she was still socked at the speed of its recovery. Remembering what she was there for, she placed her arm in the water, purging all remaining blood or pulp.

She reentered the hut, looking over her arm. "How does it feel?" he inquired. "Fine." she said, with complete honesty. The skin did feel sensitive, but it didn't hurt. He gave a grunt in response. She couldn't help but be shocked at the effectiveness of the treatment. She had expected any form of orcish medicine to be painful and ineffective. Well, it was painful, but not ineffective.

"How did you know to use that berry?" she asked. "I told you, we've used it for years. Why don't you?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, elvish healing is developed for the best result. Fast, painless, and nonscarring." she said, holding her arm up. His expression displayed his being completely unimpressed. "Battles aren't won bedridden. Our methods heal as quickly as is possible, getting soldiers back up. We have no need of niceties." he said with a sneer. "Well, we like our 'niceties'" she said. "Would you sooner I not healed you?" he questioned.

She fell quiet for a time, till she spoke, "Why did you heal me anyway? I took you where you wanted to go, so for the most part we could have gone our separate ways." He too fell quiet for a time, looking to his blade. He then looked back to her, meeting her gaze, "Pity?.." he said with what looked like a smirk. She was confused for a moment, but then she gave a laugh. "Well, I guess fair is fair, but thank you." she said, but he said nothing.