Aveca was still examining her hand for injuries and barely heard the Nord man call for a rest. She zoned into the conversation just enough to understand what the group was doing, adrenaline fading from her mind. She felt she could use a small rest after her fight. She looked over the group for a second; everyone was standing, though a few had visible injuries. Aveca’s head felt muddied, so she decided to step away for a second and get herself together.

	As she approached a rock to sit on not far away from the dremora’s body, she stooped to grab her bow and sling it back over her shoulder. Her items now all accounted for, she sat down on the rock and pulled out her waterskin. She didn’t want to use too much water, as she wasn’t sure now long they would be in this gate, but despite that she poured a small amount on her hands to wash off the blood. Dried blood was bearable, but it annoyed her to have the crusty substance on her hands of all places. She wiped her wet hand on her dress. They were nowhere near perfectly clean, but she could at least see some scratches on her right hand now that it was clean. She took a second to heal them, which was simple, but she did to ensure she avoided infection.
 
	Aveca wasn’t usually shaken by a fight, and she wasn’t very shaken after the dremora, but she was unsettled to say the least. Just being in the gate made her skin crawl. She had to agree with the nord man on both counts – they needed to get moving, and their injured needed help.

	After cleaning herself up and getting her bearings, feeling slightly more rested, she approached the main conglomerate of warriors. She noted some had already been healed; it didn’t come as a surprise to her, in such a group. Many who studied magic learned at least a basic healing spell. She decided to check anyway, directing it to the whole group. “Does anyone else need patching up before we keep moving?”