Rannon felt a soothing warmth wash over him, and a calm light hovered around his form as the mage worked her magic. He still ached like a bitch and needed his wounds cleaned, not to mention he needed water. But he could stand! Slowly, like a tired man climbing the last bit of stairs, he got off his knees one foot at a time and stood. His iron eyes left Gideon, and fell upon the female mage that had helped him. "You're pretty handy in a fight." was all he could manage to start out with. He wasn't good with words. "Thank you." 

He didn't know if this was the mage that had flattened the Darkspawn lines and gave them the opening or not, but he'd find out sooner or later. Right now they had bigger problems. He cleared his throat, and waved his hand at the scattering Darkspawn. "We need to rebuild these defenses just in case. And we need to pursue these bastards while we can!" He looked at the closest Grey Warden at that last pronouncement. "Do it!" he ordered, and soon a small battalion of Wardens were harrying the lines of running Darkspawn. Gideon barked in agreement and happiness. It took the Mabari a few moments to realize Rannon was looking at him expectantly, hands on his hips. Moments passed. "Well go on." Rannon said, pointing at the retreating monsters. 

Gideon yelped, a big smile on his broad face. He bounded across the hellscape, leaping on and mauling Darkspawn as they fled. Rannon watched with a smile, his ruddy and dirt stained face suddenly lit with warmth. He only wish he had the strength to run with him, but he could barely move. In fact he was woozy enough to fall on his ass if he wasn't careful. "I need some water and a good place to sit." he said aloud to himself, and bent down to grab the hilt of his huge sword. He lifted it and sheathed it. He'd clean that soon too. Wouldn't want it to rust.