She ripped away a part of her green tunic, used his water skin, and soaked it. With trembling filthy hands and a deeply concerned face the Rohan woman begin to dab away the blood that was upon his body. Quickly it became saturated. She paused for a moment as she stared at the unconscious Elf before her that was clothed in black. He had been tormented all eve by things unseen. At times in pain he cried out in elvish, and other times he mourned for something beyond her knowing.
She heard herself whisper, "A Dwimordene!" She took a long pause again as she took this thought in, "He bleeds like me! This is no phantom, no spirit, but what did I see all night? What did I hear? Something drove those wargs as if a task master whipped them from behind to attack only him and his horse! Yes, I heard a foul voice on the winds speak words I did not understand, and the wargs responded!" She looked off to the distance to the direction his horse had run off carrying wargs upon its body that had sunk their fangs into her. She looked back to him and fear gripped her again as she said out loud, "This is beyond me...this is black foul magic in the works before me and this Elf has a place in it!"
