Elle finally shook herself out of her thoughts when she realized Nil was no longer at the counter speaking with Org. It took her a moment, but her subconscious had noted which room he had disappeared into, so she walked over to the counter and got some bandages from Orgnar, then went and tapped on Nil's door. She poked her head inside and then the rest of her followed, walking over and sitting down at the end of the bed while saying, [color=00B2EE]"Alright, tough guy, let's fix you up so I can go to sleep,"[/color] patting the spot next to her and looking up at him expectantly. Her tone was good natured and friendly rather than condescending or demanding. 

She definitely wanted some sleep. All this running around and fighting for two days straight had tuckered her out. She was used to walking and sometimes running long distances, but she usually didn't do so much in the way of fighting or getting knocked about as she had the past few days. She was looking forward to a full night's sleep and then a nice walk to Whiterun in the morning. After that, well, she had all of Skyrim at her fingertips, and she was eager to explore it. It made her wonder what Nil would do after this. Despite that fact that they butted heads sometimes, she had to admit, she enjoyed his company. He was proud and cynical, yes, but also dependable, even if he didn't completely trust her. That was fine with her, though. Trust had to be earned. 

She stood up and walked over to the wash basin, pouring water from a nearby pitcher into it and grabbing one of the available towels before returning to her seat and setting it down behind her. She picked up the needle passed the thread through its eye with little difficulty, unraveling a length of it before cutting it from the spool with her teeth. She had given her younger brother multiple sets of stitches when she still traveled with them. He was quite the troublemaker and a bit of a klutz, so there was hardly ever a time when he didn't have scars or stitches.