Brisa watched Argurios charge with a mixture of excitement, combativeness, and fear. In fact the adrenaline that was flowing in her body was giving her a wild feeling. It threw all emotions into a heightened state and one that, while she was getting used to it, was still new to her. It was horribly disorientating but the one thing in her mind was do something. Being still was not an option. With Argurios now in a swarm of frog men she couldn't throw rocks at them because sure as Mystra's hair was black she would hit her friend. And she couldn't pile into the fray either. So she did the only other thing she could think of to do; just as she had at the fight in the village. She rushed to the side of the injured. She wasn't entirely sure they were friendly, but she wasn't sure they were not friendly either. And one was hurt. Brisa was a good natured soul, and a kind person, and used to helping Autry tend the sick. It was almost automatic to rush to the aid of the fallen. She hesitated only briefly, readying her last spell. It was weak and possibly worthless in the rain but it was all she had in case they didn't turn out friendly. She ran to the side of the fallen boar-woman and the boar-man hovering over her. “You speak common?” said Brisa as she joined the man, still wary. She had heard them speak, but not well. Still it sounded like they used the common tongue. She looked at the girl, woman, boar-woman and pushed aside the weirdness of the issue. “Let me help; I work,” she gulped hard, remembering Autry was still hard, before correcting herself “worked, for the village healer.” she said as she worked her tentative way beside the elder creature. She had in her mind to help stem the blood flow and bandage wounds; she had done that before. Then she saw the blood on the girl's mouth. That was never a good sign. “Oh” said Brisa. That was all she could think of to say. What now? She couldn't help, and she felt so crushed that none of her ideas were of any use, that her mind just blanked out completely. She didn't notice anything, including the trouble her friends were in, or the two boar-creatures next to her, or that more trouble was approaching. Just a blankness that even her trained mind couldn't shove aside at this moment.