Moments passed. Not sure how long, the elven ranger was unsure of her own perception of time right now, and she still felt hazy. But at least the trembling on her hands had disappeared, replaced by pain on her side and a burning sensation in her belly. 

Those could mean both bad and good, bad because the anesthetic had worn off, and good because the supplement she took before, prescribed to help alleviate anemia, was working. 

Jazdia checked and double-checked her bandage, ensuring there was no life seeping out of it before getting herself back on her feet. It was time to resume her duty. Pain and fatigue could be ignored, but delays on the schedule she could not tolerate.

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Nearby, Yvonne was busy watching the sky slowly shift into marginally less tenebrous shade as the acute awareness of her condition washed over her senses. Lightheaded trance with occasional lapse of focus stemming from non-negligible blood loss. The familiar dull full-body ache from her usage of her strengthening, interposed by the persistently annoying tug of [i]wrong[/i] that was her right calf that the potion stitched back together into a less than perfect condition. All interposed with the situational awareness of her surroundings - the dirt and grass under her hands, sticky sensation of dried blood, the distinct lack of wind thanks to their walled compound highlighting the soft breath of the elf nearby, the existence of another campfire not far off... it's so easy to be lulled into a false sense of security.

"We need to regroup," Jazdia's voice rang next to her. "It will be some time before the sun is out. The raid is not over yet."

[b][color=#a4161a]"Yeah, we do."[/color][/b] Shaking awake from her reverie, the mercenary slipped her hands back into the gauntlets before strapping her helmet back where it belongs. She stood briskly, patting dust off herself, one hand passing Sparky's medkit back to the rightful owner. As for her cloak... eh, it's not going anywhere and she's damn well not wearing it back [i]now[/i]. She just kicked over the largest piece of firewood to weight it down and be done with it. [b][color=#a4161a]"Lets take a look of what the rest are doing. And then... perhaps we should see to help the infiltration team. They're taking a bit too long for my liking."[/color][/b]

Jazdia motioned Yvonne to put the medkit back in its place. "We might need it to fix someone else." She said, pausing before addressing The Mercenary's concern. "True, I should dial Veronica anytime now. But we need to take care of ourselves first."

After saying that, the elf approached the thug's tent, unsheathed her knife, and dismantled the canvas shelter. "Help hold that one," she said, gesturing to Yvonne to hold another end before cutting and laying it flat on the ground. It wasn't a fancy mat, but at least wide and proper enough for a bear to lay down. 

[i]Wide enough for a bear.[/i] The elf shook her head, trying to banish an urge to curse. It was for the sake of THAT damn bear they have to deal with this diversion, and remembering that those Juvenile twins were of the same [i]species[/i], Jazdia couldn't help but allow her intuition to suggest the worse.

Steeling herself, the next objection was to having everyone gathered in one place. So she headed to the second campfire. Yvonne followed suit, intending to lend Jazdia her arm.

"Oh please, I am not decrepit yet..." The elf gently refused the support Yvonne offered and smiled, showing the mercenary that she could walk with a perfect gait despite the injury. It wasn't out of vain pride, an instruction wouldn't mean much if one issuing it didn't appear to be in control of the situation.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Just because you can does not mean you should, yeah? It's not a light injury."[/color][/b] Yvonne shot back with a grin [b][color=#a4161a]"Accept some help, Sparky. No one will see you any less for it."[/color][/b]

The offer was still hanging in the air, but Jazdia was resolute with her choice. "I have asked and received your help more than what I deem appropriate. I appreciate the offer, but really, I am fine now, Miss Rosenving. You can follow me if you like because someone else might need your helping hand." 

As the elven ranger continued walking, Evan could be seen walking past them, so Jazdia called. 

"Hey! Mikkelson! We need to regroup now, have some rest near the campfire we will be there shortly!"

But there was no answer, Evan kept moving to the south. Where to? Jazdia didn't really care enough to look back and find out. If Evan could walk just fine then he was fine, strange, but not one to worry about. 

"Athena, Louise. Can you two walk? Take my hand if you can't. The place is not yet safe, and it is unwise to remain scattered. Let us regroup at the thug's campsite, your fire wouldn't last long here, and there we can asses the injury better. Come on, get up!"