When the girls saw the woman touch Archer they were nosy but Teuila asked a question everyone wanted to know. ''Who are you?''
The elf turned around with a smile and answered. ''You can call me Ayrenn, I have to heal him now, so no distractions.''
Everyone nodded as she turned back around and started chanting in an unknown tongue.
''Aranel síla lámena, Vinya aldaiva i lóte melda. Súyo lindelëva, súyo tinquë cala, Cuilelya naa, cuilelya hiruva. Melda i lóteva, cuilelya ar nai, Talyë laica, melmë ohtuva kai. Talma meldëa, ar lóte-nai, Nainie ar cuilëya, síra unduva tai.''
A gentle radiance enveloped him, and a nasty substance was ejected from his body, filling the room with an unpleasant odor. Ayrenn elegantly motioned, causing the foul presence to vanish.
Once her task was complete, Archer's skin gradually returned to its natural condition, and his injuries miraculously began to mend. By the end of the ordeal, he lay peacefully unconscious.
