Misani's eyes watered at the pain, not really paying attention but picking up words at a time. Healer, tend, thieves, these were some of the wounds she made out as her mind cleared. Then came the realization that she was defenseless and vulnerable, and she looked at the one that caused this. A tall, slim sorcerer knelt next to her, sympathy in his words and look. Then another wave of pain came and she shut her eyes, forcing herself to stay quiet.