Chandea, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 48th day of Fall, Arenfall
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"Phellie, yah sure 'both this?" Ghwynmyr asked. "Be careful, ah?"
Orphella looked at her comrade and patted his shoulder, "I will be fine. Hopefully Adaloun is as well." She signed.
She divulged her attention to the beastman who had his hands tended by his squad healer. Orphella approached her and asked.
"Would you be alright?" She pointed his wounded hands.
The beastman silently nodded at her. She smiled to him and was about to approach Lord Prestonheim for their final instructions when suddenly Ulfaar called out to her.
"O-Orphella!" The beastman said. "Y-ou be careful out there."
The elf smiled again at him, "I will be."
