[Rochelle]

He smirked at the human, ensured that his injuries would be tended to on his own. His head turned as he was called over to the elf lying on the ground. He shook his head "You have had quite the ordeal Erdaminéon, I'll grant you that..." His eyes quickly searched over the wounds...both deep and cosmetic. "You shall live mellon..."

He brought around more athelas and placed a few of the crushed leaves into the wound that proved to be most stubborn to heal. "Here...hold this here..." He moved the elfs hand to rest over the wound. "Provide as much pressure as you can withstand." The other wounds, mostly superficial would have to wait until he was sure that the others did not need attention.

He stood after the bleeding had ceased and looked around. In the same instant he noticed Telpeheled go unconscoius and he rushed over. Kneeling beside him he looked up to Maeralagos. "What happened?" He could see no apparent injuries to the elf beside small scratches but then Maeralagos brought his hand around, blood upon it.

He frowned...if this was a deep head wound then it'd be past the power of athelas. He looked around and noticed a fallen sash upon the ground. He knelt and picked it up before turning back and commanding Maeralagos "Hold him up, I need to see the wound more clearly"

The elf did so and Lofinnaes poured water from the skin on to the wound. It did nothing but flush the dirt...the blood still flowed. He brought around more athelas and administered it to the wound before pressing the sash against it in hopes to cease the bleeding. "He is the worst of us all...Telpeheled? Lasto beth nîn...Telin le thaed, tolo dan ngalad."

The elf stirred as if coming back "Speak to him...he is arousing."