As I was almost done closing up wounds with the motions of my palms, an arrow whizzed past my head and struck the bark of an unfortunate tree. I scoffed somewhat, a little unnerved that battlefield healers were essentially high-value targets. Robert didn't even seem to mind, unflinching against wide shots as I slapped my hands together in delight. "Alrighty, that took a while but you're all healed now." I smirked and slung my various knives into my pockets, adjusting my sand-stricken and twig-infested coat as I stepped around, unsure what else to do since the archer was likely going out of commission soon. "Let's just hope we don't come around anymore of these maniacs." I hoped we were getting closer to the dust as opposed to being slowed by various roadagents, rubbing my eyes and waving away the lingering smell of ashes and blood.