"They're leaves. I don't know," Lisette murmured. "I doubt stuffing them in the wound would help. Ask the forest spirit."

Lisette blinked, her vision blurry from blood loss. "Oh, alright then. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Forest Spirit Lythari," she said softly.

Shyn smiled. "Thanks, though I would have just taken you for a druid, myself." He went straight to work on preparing the leaves to make a wound healing ointment for Lisette. "Any other recommendations for helping her, while you're here?"

Shyndinn wasn't concerned with the Lythari. He'd seen a lot of terrible things performed in the Underdark against those that weren't liked. She wasn't attacking, and hadn't been stalking them that he knew, so she was fine. It was actually amazing that he still had a kind nature.

He pounded and ground the leaves as much as he could, until they were a fine paste. Then, he set about changing Lisette's bandages, and applying the paste to them.

Shyndinn nodded and apologized profusely to Lisette as he ensured the wound was closed, and tied the bandages as tightly as he dared. When he finished, he backed up a couple of steps to give Lisette some space. He took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled as he looked over his work.

He turned to Kacela and nodded. "Thanks again, Kacela." He gave an introductory bow, and gave her a smile. "I'm Shyndinn Blackleaf. Yes, it's a Drow first name, and I'll answer to Shyn, Shyndinn, or just about anything that's not insulting. Shadowwynne's about two days away from here, if I don't stop riding. I think I'll need to rest at some point though."

Shyn laughed and just shook his head. "Zhlaass, qunnessaa kal'daka," (Relax, fairy-wolf) he said in Drow with a grin. "I believe we have plenty of supplies to get to Shadowwynne," he said assuredly as he pointed to a small pile of belongings off to one side. He'd had to take them out when he made the canvas into the stretcher that Lisette was on now.

"Also, we shook the trail of our enemies for the time being. It's a group of mercenaries after Lisette. I just happened to get caught up in the mess. They aren't that much of a problem. They had the advantage of surprise and numbers before. I can handle them, knowing what to expect now."

He absently wondered what was running through the Elf's head as she seemed to be a fountain of curiosity. The Dark Elf bent down and started gathering some of the supplies to find a way to organize them efficiently in the few packs that were readily available to him.

"Shapeshifting?" Sauron glanced at the fairy-elf curiously, with none of them paying much attention to him , he was busy making mental notes . Tracing the slight flux of magic that surrounded her he made a point to ask her of 'condition' later, he glanced Lisette and made a note of her blood loss" A transfusion would be necessary, to speed up the healing." Sauron noted "But which one of them is more comaptable?" he ruminated further glancing at both Shyn and Kacela.
"Should not the injured be fed?" he asked Shyn, considering him to be the camp in charge, shrugging his shoulders he continued" like I mean since you all may be stuck here for some time, why not be comfortable while waiting?." .Checking his bags and the recent purchase he had, images of hot steaming stews and meat popped in his mind quickly to be replaced by the current situation.
Turning slightly towards Kacela he blinked mischievously to acknowledge her.

"I will have you all know that I am in fact present and listening. And I would prefer not to be referred to as 'the injured'," Lisette said with surprising crispness for someone in her position. The half elf groaned a little as she sat up, grateful that the arrow had punctured her in the ribs and not the stomach. Still, she could move. But she wanted--no, needed--to be on the road to Shadowynne. What if someone went after her family too? Concern for her household was at the forefront of her mind now, closely followed by a maelstrom of anger.

What kind of craven knave would dare send assassins rather than face her himself? It was cowardly and honor-less behavior that demanded punishment, and struck Lisette as an insult worse than any blow to her person.

"Shyn, we should leave as soon as possible. I feel...better, though perhaps well is not the most accurate word. Kacela, you have my undying gratitude for coming to our aid," she said, holding her ribs. They burned, and the broken one generated fresh agony every time she breathed.

Shyn shrugged. "I'm not in the habit of turning away friendly company, and Gods know I could use a hand in protecting Lisette if it comes to it." He had an unnatural curiosity himself. It was merely hiding in the current situation. Once things started to relax, it would pop out once more and he'd probably be asking the endless questions.

He barely managed to pack the first round of supplies, and started trying to fit the second. He paused and gave Kacela a warm smile. "It's the least I can do as thanks for all of the help you've been. I'm not sure how long after Shadowwynne I'll be traveling with Lisette though. If we split, you might have make an interesting choice."

His spare food managed to get wedged into cracks of space, and all of the leftover trinkets were piled into his bedroll, and tied onto the back of one horse. When he was certain nothing would be lost, even if they traveled like lightning, he smiled and gave his handiwork an accomplished nod. "If you can deal with that, I'd be happy to have you along."

"Absolutely," Lisette agreed, trying to get up to her feet. She just couldn't stay in bed like a proper wounded person. There was too much to do. "I owe you my life. That is worth far greater recompense than simply traveling with us. If anything, that might almost be considered a punishment. And Shyndinn, I do not need protecting. I can handle myself just fine. That archer had a lucky shot and poison on his side."

Shyndinn nodded. "You are free to do as you please. I'd rather you were an an elf though. It's one more person to talk to on the road. One can only listen to Lisette cursing Magebane so many times," he said with a smirk, and then a light laugh.

"I'm kidding. You can be a wolf, or an elf. We have this fancy hammock for anyone injured, and two horses. If Lisette lies down, you could ride. Mine's as brave as a war horse. I don't know about Lisette's."

His violet eyes scanned the temporary campsite once more, making sure that nothing was left behind. When his eyes fell on Kacela once again, he gave her another warm smile. "See anything I missed? I always forget something..."