"No, I suppose you don't." Mel agreed softly, drawing from her belt a small dagger which she used to slice through the ropes that bound his wrists together. He had promised not to do harm to her people, and it wouldn't be fair to expect him to remain bound during his stay. The longer he remained bound, the more strain it would put on his shoulders, and by extension, his wounded side. "Does it feel any better?" a glimmer of worry flickered in the she-elf's eyes as Nathe again grimaced in pain when he laughed.

"As hard as it may seem, you need to try not to aggrevate it." Mel's mother advised gently. "It's quite a severe injury, it will take time to heal."