"My saviour..." The woman fell limp in Elanors arms. The witch stared at her incredulously.
"So not my day...Elwyn?"
"Im here." Elwyn entered the cell, but stopped dead as she saw Nuin. "Whats this?"
"She was calling...oh by the valar, someone is going to pay for this!" Elanor put her hand to the womans head, probing ever so slightly, but pulled her hand away as if it had been burnt as she felt the pain of the months Nuinlome had endured.
She shook her head to try and clear the pain away. "Her name is Nuinlome, and someone here is going to die for the way she had been treated."
The healer elf came forward, concern written on her face as she glanced in horror at the bloodstained form.
"Can you help her Elwyn? Your strengths lie far more in healing others than mine."
"I...well, I can try. A transfer of energy maybe..." Elwyn muttered to herself as she lay the pathetic form on the floor.
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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