Vaeri found a wall unoccupied by blood, combat or corpses and leaned back on it to observe both the battle around it and to a lesser degree, the wound shooting pain in her abdomen. She couldn't really study it too in depth given the armor being in her way, but every time she twisted her torso the area where she was stabbed flared up. Judging by the blood on the dagger, it got a good inch into her stomach, probably rupturing her intestines. Had her armor not been there to slow the weapon down, the damage might have been really bad. As it stood, she could ignore it for the time being. The pressure from her armor was doing a passable job at stifling the blood flow and keeping her internal organs from poking out.

As far as the battle went, Vaeri was more than pleased. It appeared Lady Menhit blessed her with a group that was good at war. Artful one might even say, if a bit vindictive. At this point, there were only a couple of enemies left who had not been dispatched in some way so the elf began to look for who was most in need of help. Out of the group, Tobias was visibly the worst off, looking a few minutes from death if not seen to soon.

Vaeri took a few deep breaths before she pushed herself of the wall, using the momentum to assist with her walking. As she got closer, the man looked worse than he did at a distance. Tobias probably didn't trust her, but he would have to deal with it, she wasn't about to let him die because he was paranoid. Vaeri sucked in air as she crouched down to his level and another stab of pain shot through her torso.

"I am a holy woman, you can trust me to be able to heal your wounds," she told him in as gentle a voice she could muster as her own wound seemed to open further. She held out her hands as they glowed a soft golden color and placed them on his wounds. If Tobias tried to interfere, she would slap his hands out of the way. He was getting this whether he liked it or not. After she finished, Vaeri stood up and offered her hand to help the rogue stand up himself.