The man who was named Orion admitted that he was injured after failing his attempt to shrug it off. This close, Elrithian could see that blood was miscolouring the cloth around the wound. His first instinct had been correct and he was glad he had decided to go and ask. 

“Well, even if you did so unknowingly, you did show up to our aid and got that while helping us.” He said and smiled at how politeness he was shown.

Elrithian knew the basics of healing, that which all mages of proper education learned, so he would probably be able to do at least something about the injury himself if needed. He was, however, both quite exhausted and not the best healer of the group. From what he had gathered, and after the fight in the basement, that honour would be Sevines, and he was sure she would be of more help than he. Sevine had actually showed up at that point, she had started with what he assumed was Angardian burial rites.

“Sevine!” he said to get her attention, slightly louder but that just meant ordinary speaking tone for anyone else. “Turn your eyes towards the living for a moment. This man is injured. Would you have a look at it?” The dead could wait, in his opinion.

Erahja, too had arrived to drop of the dead that she carried, finding her brother talking to the other stranger and Sevine immediately started taking proper care of the bodies. Not really having anything else to do at the moment, Erahja was about to ask if she needed any help with that when someone shouted ‘puppy’ after which the captain and Zal gathered around a woman enthusiastically petting the S’ithra’s dog.
 
“Well isn’t that just what we need, more strangers! And this one is possibly insane.” She remarked, mostly aimed at her brother. She was still getting used to the two that had already showed up. Who was this dog-loving woman and what was she doing here? How long had she been sitting in the bushes? Did she even know about the bandit-infestation and the fight they were just dealing with the aftermaths of?

Elrithian had just turned his attention from Erahja making snide comments and back to making sure Orions was being treated for his injury when Zalrinus came up asking for the amulet back. Startled for a moment from being spoken to from a new direction, Elrithian realized he was still holding the amulet in his hand.

“Yes.” He said and held it out towards the S’ithra. “Thank you.” He gave his half-nod half-bow. The amulet had helped and he was grateful, even though he had decided when being threatened in the basement that he didn’t particularly like this S’ithra. 

When he felt sure that he was not needed for anything, he sat down by the nearest tree. It felt to him it had been one very long and confusing day since they rode out with this group, during which he had spent some time drifting in and out of consciousness. He hoped that whatever reward this Matthias had planned for them, it was not a party. He was so tired. He didn’t need to do more than close his eyes for a moment to start drifting into sleep where he sat. Erahja started to help with the bodies, following Sevine’s example as she had no personal experience with the burial rites, and kept an eye on Elli who, understandably, looked like he would fall over at any moment.