“Sharon!” Liaena cried out as she caught sight of the little mage stranded in the middle of the cellar floor. The girl swooped forward to pick him up as Mei executed a fairly impressive mid-air manoeuvre to avoid the high-elf and crashed into some boxes instead. “Are you okay? Sorry about the gate-crashers, I was about to throw them out…”
 
“This is it... this time die for good… go to your dark overlords!!!”

-STOMP-

“…I think we’ve won anyway” Liaena stated as the combination of Draenei stomp and Vashi bolt hammered onto the Death-Knight’s head, the latter sprawled on an unconscious mess on the floor. The girl eyed Mei with a rare look of respect in her eyes. “Thanks for the assist. Although really….do I know you?”

“She was summoned from a portal, so probably not” Kathlin called down from the hole in the floor above them. Liaena gave the broken floorboards an odd look, then glanced at Mei askance. 
“….So is she a construct then?”

“Probably not, constructs don’t bleed”

“Right.” Liaena agreed after a moments consideration of this point, before returning her attention to Mei. “….Right! Sit down! You are literally running on adrenaline, your arm is bust up and I’m unconvinced about concussion” the girl was fearlessly pushing the huge Draenei at this point. This might normally have had zero effect, but Mei found herself floating under the effects of zero gravity once again. This allowed Liaena to propel her effortlessly across the floor to dump her onto an old chair that had been left as one of the rooms sole furnishings besides the shelves. 

Taking a closer look at Mei’s arm that was currently bleeding profusely, Liaena wrinkled her nose as she dug into her bag to come out with a small vial and a roll of bandages. “Get down here, would you!?”

“Coming. Just dealing with cinders” Kathlin’s voice floated back through the hole. “Li - is there any liquid in this house that’s not flammable? I can only find alcohol”

“Really? I’d have thought water would be the thing that’s not touched” Liaena sniffed, before returning her attention to Mei as she uncorked the vial with a distinctly ominous sounding ‘plop’. “…This might sting a bit”