Laurel watched as Ohtaredan ducked under the doorway, carrying a limp Elf. With a sigh of relief, she cleared room so he could lay her down.
She was barely concious, and Laurel began to check her wounds. Firwyn began to treat the wounds as she knew how, but this was no match for Elven healing. 'This should get her up and about, and maybe she can use some of her own tricks' said Laurel's grandmother.
Laurel turned to Ohtareden with a great smile 'I thank you for helping' He nodded and left the house to continue searching for others.
Laurel sat down by the Elf, and began to wait for her to regain concioussness. She hoped she would be able to tell her where any of the rest of the Company were.
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