"Human. I want you to check the human's condition to see if he'll make it. And if you can, turn him into a more portable condition."

“…………”

Liaena also was staring at Rithrynn with as much shock at Serphia had, her amazement clearly reflected in her huge eyes. After a brief moment in which the Captains order fell on deaf ears, the little human finally switched her attention over to her. “Uhhhhhhhh…sure.”

Scooting over to Rithrynn, Donald landed unceremoniously in a heap in front of her as the Night Elf dropped him from her own considerable height. This elicited another pained groan from the unfortunate man, and no resistance at all as Liaena started to poke and prod as his ribs and limbs, listening closely for the informative yelps of pain. 

Kneeling down over Donald and facing away from the rest of the party, Liaena took the opportunity to quietly palm the potion she had put in her pocket back into her hand, uncork it and drink a measure before putting it away again. After around a minute more where she examined the large swollen patches covering his face and forehead, she turned around to look at Serphia and Rithrynn. “He’ll make it….it’s nothing but blunt trauma, mostly. I count two, possibly more cracked ribs and a concussion, but no broken bones. Looks like someone slammed him into a wall a few times”

While facing Serphia, Liaena’s eyes clearly rested on Rithrynn when she mentioned the ‘someone’. Turning back around, she pulled a small vial out of her satchel, before uncorking it, tilting it up and pouring a small measure into the mans mouth. In the next few seconds, Donald started to rapidly shrink until he was no larger the size of a night elfs finger on the floor. 

Gingerly leaning over and picking Donald up gently, Liaena was about to go for her bag before she remembered that her special jam-jar now had a large hole cut into the side, courtesy of Esmeralda. Pausing for a second, she gave a half shrug as she held her hand up to Serphia with the mini Donald in the palm of it. “Here”