Tiaral

"Argh..." Deliy came to, exhaled heavily, and tried to sit up, looking around. After carefully wiping his eyes, which were slightly blurred, the healer examined his wounds and the battlefield. "I got lucky..." he muttered, discovering a shallow cut from a stray arrow, just millimeters from his heart. Looking around, the healer noticed the offending projectile half a meter away, reached for it, examined the arrow, and then angrily snapped it in half. "Damn archers." Standing up, Deliy swayed noticeably as he walked across the battlefield until his gaze fell on a lifeless body in the middle of the gorge. "Kata... no!" Forgetting about his own wounds, the healer rushed to his beloved, casting healing spells. After what felt like an eternity, the elf finally opened her eyes, greedily gasping for air until she started coughing. "I... what... where..." "Quiet, quiet. Everything is alright, my love. It's all over. Everything is fine now." Deliy gently hugged his beloved. Relhiras watched the allies recover from the top of a mountain cliff. Taking advantage of the residual effect of the levitation spell, he helped Tyriel bind and escort the archers to Aldric, leaving the latter to his judgment. After that, the Visterian searched the bodies of the fallen and began clearing the rubble.