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Elrothiel winced as the movement put pressure on her injury, then made an effort to conceal it. She looked over her shoulder and tried to smile at him. "Eroswyn." She said quietly. "Haven't seen you in a while." She turned away again, gritting her teeth so he couldn't see the spasm of pain that crossed her features.

Eroswyn arched an eyebrow in curiosity at her tense movements, instantly scanning over her figure to search for any possible injuries, or maybe simply a limb that appeared out of place. Not wanting to seem as if he were doing more than that, however, he brought his attention back to her visage, deciding to find out the old questioning way. Besides, he had plenty of supplies on the rather large bag that adorned the side of Lunarexion's saddle, knowing that to journey unprepared was to journey into death. "Aye, but we can do all the formalities later. Are you hurt in any way?"

((I crossed the border between Rohan and Gondor a few pages ago, so probably a few hours into the Gondor side if that makes sense.))

"Below the shoulder." She nuttered weakly. Now that she'd actually stopped moving, exhaustion threatened to claim her completely. "Stabbed straight through. The magic was holding it together, but it's failed."

[Dusk. Wasn't your wing cut?]

Ranu let out a silent sigh. "Sure. Find her then."

{{Uhh....yeah....about that. This post will help with that.}}

She nodded with a huge grin on her face, but got serious as she hoped up to fly, she was aireal a sec, but when she flaped her left wing, she crashed down to earth. Remembering her wing was puntured, she paused, givving a I-dono-what-dod-you-wana-do-taday? look.

"Ah'.." Eroswyn turned, sweeping his hands over the flap of his saddlebag to reveal its contents. He foraged about in the bag's confines for a few moments before pulling out a small roll of gauze as well as a few Athelas leaves. He -never- went anywhere without those two items, never knew when a situation like this would happen, right? Turning back around, he slowly exhaled, bringing his hand up to grasp her clothing that concealed the shoulder. He pulled it down just enough to reveal the wound, and it was a rather nasty one to lay eyes on. Bringing the gauze up, he dabbed around the stab wound to improve the appearance, removing the dried blood around the gash. After that, he brought the leaves upwards, grinding them at the edges under his thumb to allow the slick substance they contained to secrete into her wound, then fully pressing the leaves against her shoulder tightly. After that, he proceeded to tightly wrap the gauze around her shoulder several times, further pressing the leaves into her shoulder, then tying it off in a knot. "That should help quicken the healing process, but in any case, how did it happen?"

Hrorik stroked his beard while he tried to think of something. All of a sudden Hrorik snapped his fingers and turned to Ranu. "Did she ever give you something that she wrote on? Something that she's touched of your things?"

Ranu closed his eyes to remember but the image of Rohan being destroyed kept fighting its way through him. He remembered first seeing the white hand on the armour and he shivered angerily. "...No. She kept herself away from my items, I believe. Oh. I think she once touched my map, but many people have." He reached into his trusty bag by his side and drew out a tattered map. "Here."
A disturbed feeling swept over Ranu as he caught a sight of the map. It was elvish and displayed everywhere. Dispite its appearence, Ranu knew it would never rip. He looked at the borders of Rohan then over the words 'Isengard'. He felt his body ripple in anger. "I suspect she may have gone to Rohan personally. She would not allow a dark wizard to compress the free."