Aearlin & Silinde - The Begining - 04
Silinde broke free from his dazed state to look at said elf. “Me? A healer? No mellon nin. I am but a simple warrior. But since no one seems to be here, I shall help as I can.” And with that last statement, a cup was found among the various supplies in the small room. Filling it with cool refreshing water from a silver pitcher at a nearby table, Silinde made his way to the injured ellon. “Water?”
He had heard the rough voice of the other, and decided that he could benefit from a sip or too. His throat was probably very dry, and the offered water would soothe it and help him talk. And while waiting for this badly beaten, pink-blonde haired ellon to accept the tall glass of water, the Mirkwood blonde remembered to introduce himself. “Oh, I’m Silinde of Mirkwood by the way. You are?”