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By the time the crimsons arrived in the clearing looking very much the worse for wear, E'lai had already managed to retrieve the packs and, most importantly, the first aid supplies. He even managed to get on a sling for his left arm with much maneuvering, though he was certain he'd need something to hold the arm straight. Something was almost certainly broken. Eltimioth had kept him abreast of the others' movements, and he was already starting over with a pack of numbweed ointment and the like slung over his good shoulder when Moriath bespoke Eltimioth. "Rider Kleos? I'm E'lai," he said, trying to sound capable and soothing. The sight of her right side was harrowing, and he held back a gulp. He had the minimal Healercraft training any rider did, but this... "If I support you on your left side, do you think you could stand?" He was tempted to just slather on the numbweed right here, but by the sound of it--well, if Kleos could manage without for now, then by the time they actually figured out what supplies had survived the trip they could be more equitably distributed. By the sound of it, there was at least one rider even worse off than Kleos, and the other crimsonrider...Ca'mil...might not be much better off. It scared him silly to think he might be one of the few "able-bodied" left.

Eltimioth moved to investigate the state of Ca'mil and Cheryth. Do you and Yours require any immediate aid? E'lai brings Kleos and Moriath follows.

"Ffffff..." With difficulty, Kleos swallowed the cuss and peered blearily up at E'lai. "I think so," she replied, hissing in pain as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, "I suppose all we can do is try... I hope the others are alright." This was a disaster. Where were they? When were they? Mystweed. They had to find mystweed and get back... For now, however, they needed to focus on surviving. Biting down on her tongue, Kleos accepted the green rider's help and began to move further into the clearing.

Every fiber of her body wanted to follow on beside her rider, but Moriath forced herself to stay on the edge of the clearing. Gingerly, she sank to the ground, lying on her left side and spreading her right wing to inspect the damage once more. It would be alright. It would be fine. She was Moriath. She would recover. "Everything will be alright," the crimson said, including not only all present dragons, but their riders as well. "We shall overcome this, and we shall return home with the mystweed. We are dragons of Malvren and Trine; we shall prevail." They would prevail. She would see to it... Somehow.