Wren turned from Rand, face still stoic and hiding the pain from her injury. She wasn’t the type to have a face contorted in pain or show any kind of weakness to anyone. She wasn’t near any of the enemy at the moment, so she took the time to kneel. She dug through until she found a pouch of powder. She looked up around her again, and still not seeing anyone, began applying generous amounts of the powder to the wound to help it stop bleeding. She didn’t have much in the way of an ability to stitch it, but she always had some herbs on her. She closed the bag quickly and went to stand once more when Astrid came out of nowhere, holding up a shield and letting an arrow bounce off. Wren just watched with raised brow, an almost amused face, until Astrid offered her hand. Wren simply sneered and stood on her own. 

[b]”My legs work fine. Put your hand away,”[/b] she said firmly, as if insulted. She held her sword tightly in her hand, eyes narrowed at Astrid, and if one had no knowledge of their relationship, would almost assume they were enemies. But Wren's gaze instead began to drift to the enemy which was retreating. Clearing her throat, she pointed to the retreating men with her blade, gesturing for the other woman to notice. She left the woman to do what she wanted before walking over to Joachim, who said the obvious. That they should head back to Gnarl and the Queen. She nodded silently, looking towards the stables and following the others. She mounted a rather boring brown horse with a white spot on its face, meeting the rest of the company who had come outside. Atl’s horse simply had his cat on it, which was a rather amusing image. But at the moment, despite the fact that her bleeding had lessened to barely a trickle, she felt a bit woozy atop her horse, and just wanted to get back.