Temple Dining Hall

Loyahl had to hand it to whoever built the place, the acoustics were damn good. All it took was a murmur for the sound to reverberate and bounce of the walls, being amplified and thrown about. Just imagine what it did to a shout.

Needless to say, it made it very loud and woke up sleeping hunters. Hunters that had nothing better to do due to a recent spout of laziness, and were resting on a staircase that was hardly used, with their face essentially stuck to the wall.

But the shout awoke the sleeping hunter, otherwise known as Loyahl, and he shot to his feet with the vigor of a herd of wild antelope. The room he was assuming the sound originated from was on the other side of the temple, and he managed to reach it within seconds, recognizing not only its owner, but the urgency of it.

Inside said room, he found two people he recognized, to his relief, and a third that lay looking rather savaged on the dining table. He had some experience in doctoring, but his knowledge of it certainly didn't extend far enough for somebody as mangled as he was observing.

If anything, the wounds he would be able to treat were the moderate abrasions and cuts, and maybe the leg, depending on the severity of the break, but he assumed by looking at the state of the arm that it was beyond his help.

Several thoughts ran through his head as he maneuvered to the side of the table opposite of Rhea, next to Adriaan, with a surprisingly calm stride. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before actually mustering words.

"This was no wild animal."

Rynhart too was drawn by the commotion within the growing dining hall, and he appeared in the doorway. He made no move to join the others though, watchful eyes glancing over the wounded girl. His gaze lingered only a moment on the ragged bite wounds before he turned away and left, echoing footsteps receding down the hall.

The furrow of his brow and the quietness of his departure betrayed his his own thoughts which echoed the words that Loyahl had uttered.

Rynhart's momentary appearance went unnoticed by Rhea as she went about her work with urgency.

"I need some warm water, and bandages," she told Adriaan who moved off without question. "And gorroot. It'll help bring the fever down."

"Uh... what is a gorroot?" he called over his shoulder as he riffled through cupboards haphazardly.

"Second cupboard on the left," she called back. "Boil about an ounce of it into a cup of water."

"Loyahl," Rhea spoke up again, glancing towards him. "If you can help get over here, if not, give us some room."

The girl eyes would flutter open, as the light streamed through, she moaned and closed her eyes over, before opening them once more and still feeling in pain. Deciding she would try change her position, she tried to get up and near fell from the slab. Pain driving her utterly insane, as she opened her eyes again, she saw she was in some sort of grove, with forest surrounding and no mountains in sight, around her were fairies whom appeared concerned, her head was killing her, really hurting her. Her injuries did not seem that bad, from what she saw, in fact they looked healed up, trying to get up again, this time she fell off, and landed on concrete, wait concrete... but she was in a forest.

Unable to climb back up herself, she instead vomited heavily, barely managing to stay conscious whispering desperately she said, "Fairies, help me... please help me."

Loyahl took a sharp intake of breath as Rhea presented his options to him. He almost didn't want to be bothered with a potential corpse, but the signs of this being a result of something more than just an animal swayed him, and he figured he could ask questions if he somehow contributed to the survival of this girl.

And so he stayed, removing his cloak as he maneuvered himself again, tossing it to the floor before reaching to the side that Rhea was on and looking around for any form of cloth before using his teeth to tear at the sleeve of his shirt and ripping it off. He handed it off to Rhea and pointed at the girl's leg, using his now free hand to unclasp the metal plating that rested on his neck and also handing it to Rhea.

"You know how to make a splint, I'm guessing. Just make sure it's tight."

He then slid down the length of the table to find himself near the girl's head as she finished vomiting, and rested a hand firmly on her naval as he used the other to lift her torso and place her partially on her side. Didn't want to have her drowning in her own vomit.

After that, he waited for the things Rhea requested from Adriaan so he could treat the lesser wounds.

As the leg was splinted, Rhea moved to hold the girl firm as she tried to rise again. "Adriaan, help Loyahl keep her still," she called.

Abandoning his rather unsuccessful search of the cupboards, he swapped places with Rhea, restraining the girl as best he could upon the table.

Rhea meanwhile swept away, ruffling through the cupboard and pulling out several herbs that she tossed onto the counter. Several were sprinkled into a clay mug of water, as she forsake boiling them in favor of faster administration. The concoction would be quite bitter as a result, but should serve as a potent combatant to the fever while dulling pain - that is if they could get it into the girl, and if the girl could keep it down.

"Make sure she drinks it all," Rhea instructed as she passed it off to Loyahl.

Moving away, Rhea put some water on to heat while washing her hands up to her elbows under the running water. The water wasn't heated out here in the temple, but it was better than nothing.

Taking the drink from the fairies she asked, "How did I get here... I thought fairies stayed out of... out of... mortal matters..." it's strange she had always believed in them, but now here they were impressive beings of immeasurable power, tending to her.