[VanimaEdhel]

Izrênna sat watching the unconscious man for the rest of the night. She had wrapped up the leg again, in case it should happen that their efforts were for naught. Izrênna tried to think what would be the best approach, were they to be trapped there due to Deorlin's injury. She decided that, were the wound to be serious, they should travel as far as they could in the direction of Edoras. They could take as many breaks to rest as they needed, as Anglachel had just told them that they needed to get out of this area.

Izrênna got up and silently crossed over to Deorlin and looked at where the wound had been. It appeared that cauterizing the wound had worked. Izrênna sighed quietly in relief, and was about to rise when she heard a whispered voice.

"How does it look?" Deorlin, asked. Izrênna gave a little gasp of surprise, for she did not know that he had come to in the time she had been thinking.

"You are awake," she said, suddenly feeling very stupid for making such an obvious comment, "Well," she said, trying to redeem herself, "I believe it worked. I hope you will be fine."

"Good," Deorlin muttered under his breath. He addressed her, then, "How is your hand?"

Izrênna looked in surprise at her hand. She had nearly forgotten the burns. They could not have been very serious injuries if she could not feel them. She crossed silently over to the fire and looked at her hand in the gentle light that flickered from the orange flames.

"The burns are very minor," she noted, looking at the burns, "They will most likely be fully healed by the morrow."

She crossed back over to where Deorlin lay. He had struggled and had managed to get himself up onto his elbows. She looked worriedly at his position, but he seemed to be in no immediate discomfort. Izrênna wondered if he was in any pain at the moment, but she knew he would not tell her truthfully, as there was nothing she could do to aid his suffering, even if he was in pain. Izrênna sat down next to Deorlin and stared into the fire again.

"Sleep," she heard the command, as Deorlin touched her arm. She turned and faced him, and saw that he had pulled himself up to a sitting position.

"No," she began to protest, but he cut her off.

"No, I can rest the entirety of tomorrow. I feel better. I tell you the truth. You must now rest. I will rouse you if anything approaches."

Izrênna reluctantly agreed to this new arrangement. She fetched her bow and arrows, in case they should be attacked, then lay next to where Deorlin sat. She knew she only had a few hours until the suns rays touched the land as it rose to fill the heavens with its light. Deorlin sat, looking off into the darkness around them.

Curiously secure, Izrênna dozed off quickly, having the first peaceful dreams she had experienced in a while...