Elann watched as the flash seemed to overtake her husband's body. He was alright with her plan, and while Elann didn't particularly wish to destroy her shirt, it was needed for his sake. He looked so pitiful as the eagle down there in the sand and she felt worse for him. Blood continued now to come out of his back to which she carefully knelt down on her knees and proceeded to tie the bandages around him so it kept pressure on his wounds. 

She was no medical expert, but she figured the shirt wouldn't last long as his protection from disease and infection. Thankfully she was wearing her wrist guard and he was able to step up onto the offered arm without hurting her with his talons. She tucked him up close to her, and as love won out over her fear of small animals, she kissed him lightly on the head before standing. She would have to leave her bow and the bear behind, but her first hurdle was the river.

Thankfully the river had been easy to cross, for if it wasn't, he'd likely still be separated from her. As it was, she was able to get him back across to the other side without endangering him by falling into the water. She walked at a brisk pace, unable to run as it would shake him too greatly and she would likely fall in the thickness of the forest.

As it was, the sound of wagons grew louder the closer she got to the road, and far off to her right, coming toward them, the wagons had rounded the hill. Given the smooth ground, Elann would be able to move a little faster, but she would only move so fast as to keep his body from moving. As she drew closer to the lead wagon, she began to tell them what happened in some minor detail, that they were attacked by the river while hunting, and there was a downed bear there. It seemed they wanted to stop and go harvest the bear, as it could feed the people for a few days and she asked them to retrieve her bow. 

Once things were settled, which only took about a minute in time, she hurried to the one who was skilled in medicine. He was a physician heading to Zeltiva with his wife and he likely could help Noah. The wagon was a few before theirs and she came up to their flap in the back and called out.

"Emery? We need your help." Once the man opened the flap, sensing there was something wrong already given the stopping of their wagon, and he asked what was going on. "It's my husband, he's been injured by a falcon. It looks pretty bad."

Emery seemed to welcome her on up and instead she lifted Noah up in her arms to rest on his wagon bench. There she untied the bandage on his back so that he could transform as the physician was no vet.