"By the divines, defend him -- someone."

Katrina ducked down and grabbed her sword. As the daedra was lured away, she sheathed her blade and crouched down next to Brogan. She slipped her hand under his head and lifted it slightly, examining his wounds.
"I can stop the bleeding, but we need time and a bed to heal the rest," She said grimly. She hovered her hand over his jaw and carefully scabbed the wounds. She was sure she would be able to replace his teeth, but if his jaw was broken...

"Can you get up? You can't stay here, it's too dangerous," She said. She looked around and spotted his teeth lying beside him. She sighed and gingerly picked up the few she could see. She stuffed them into her pocket and quickly wiped her hand off.
She gently rested his head on the ground and stood up. She stumbled dangerously, the world spinning around her. Her vision blurred and she fell to one knee again. She held her head and cursed. Something about this place was affecting her.