Ea looked backwards, squinting and trying to see something. *We need to get you help, I cannot heal you, that is something I kind of suck at.* Ea stood up and walked towards the trees, listening intently for any sounds.

Mora flinched back, why was the Tiefling coming towards her? Mora tried to keep her breathing steady, not wanting to attract more attention to herself. She still did not know if their intention were good, what if they would kill her, what if they would keep her as a slave?

Daniel coughed, and reached for his waterskin. He drank, cleared his throat and said, "Is there anyone there? We could really use some help." He shifted in place, grimacing as he moved his injured leg. He blinked furiously several times, attempting to see if there was anyone around. His vision cleared, but he still didn't see anyone besides Ea, and she apparently had seen someone. He tried to sit up further. "Please. If you can, please. Help us."

Mora pursed her lips. She did not want to leave them hanging, but she did not want to help either. She was not even sure if she could. The poison of the shusoova was very potent. Still, Mora did not just want to let the, die. The Tiefling was starting to clench her teeth, meaning the poison was probably kicking in there too.

Ea grabbed her arm, a sudden pain shooting through. Then she saw the person she had been looking for. A female elf emerged. She had fluffy brown hair, tied loosely in a low ponytail. Her eyes were a striking green color with flecks of gold in the. The elf wore a dark leather coat with what seemed like sheep wool on the inside. She wore leather boots and black pants, as well as a leather satchel with green triangles ringing the bottom.

Daniel blinked several times. Was he seriously that bad? Was he hallucinating? He rubbed his eyes and looked again. He decided to see if it was real. "Hello? Are you here to help us?" He sat up a bit more. "Are you real? Am I dreaming?" He hurt all over now, and he thought he was going crazy.

Mora looked at the boy strangely. *Um, yeah, I am real.* Mora paused a little waiting for a response. When none came, she continued awkwardly. *Anyways, we need to get that poison out of both of you.* Mora said, gesturing to the Tiefling and the boy. Mora walked over to the boy and spat on her hand, she opened her satchel and pulled out a hawthorn twig. Crushing it in her hand, she rubbed it on the wound, hoping the powers would be enough to heal it.

Daniel sucked a breath in through his clenched teeth as he felt something flowing out of his shoulder and he tried to look but he couldn't turn his head that far. The sensation died away slowly and he felt much better. He looked up at Mora, and said, "I got hit in the leg, shoulder and arm. Are you going to have to do all three spots because I might need something to bite on. That hurt." He craned his neck, trying to see his shoulder, if it was bleeding or not. "What did you even do? Besides put a stick on it, of course."

*I am trying to make sure it will not get infected, then I will be able to try and cure the poison. The magic of the Feywild resides more strongly in hawthorn and ash wood, so I am hoping it will at least numb the effects for a bit.* Mora explained. She did not want to get into all of the details of the Feywild magic and how it worked, seeing as it was fairly complicated.

Ea took the hint from Daniel and broke off another branch, making sure it was strong enough to withstand a severe bite. Ea brought it over to Daniel and handed it to him.

Daniel looked confused. "The Feywild? What is that?" The longer he was away from the Keep the more strange things he learned of. Like the spikes that shot out of a river, and now the Feywild. He took the stick from Ea and put it in his mouth, and gave Ea a thumbs up. He bit down a few times, testing it, and then mumbled around it, "Go ahead, I'm ready."

*The Feywild is complicated, I can explain it later.* Mora said quickly. She rubbed the hawthorn branch on the other three wounds, hopefully mending them. Then she rubbed her hands together. Mora closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She placed her hands on the boys chest and called upon the Feywild. A deep rush flowed through Moras body, a calming night sensation emanated around her. Then wind shot out of her hands. Mora concentrated, trying not to let it get out of control.

Daniel drew in a sudden breath. His breath came hard and he dropped the stick by accident. He felt an odd rushing sensation, like his blood was made of spring water. It didn't hurt so much as it felt like pure, raw, power. Images of fighting, victories, and the glory of battle filled his mind and he tried to blink them away but they wouldn't leave. He shuddered a bit, the rush of power beginning to overwhelm him.