Eldarin noted her statement carefully. So drinking from the river had turned the little fox he had seen earlier, into this? That was what being Godless was? That man was right then, drinking from the river would've been a mistake. [b]"I'm sorry. Is there anything I could do to make up for this?"[/b] He asked calmly. His heart felt like a rope, brutally yanked back and forth between the women's sorrow and his own reasoning that there was nothing more he could've done. If only he could've done something different. Now that his adrenaline was slowly fading he could acutely feel the pain of the twin wounds on his arms. Eldarin really needed to bandage them if he didn't want them to get infected, having only one arm would make life much more difficult and he had no desire to find out just how much.