Iseldis [i]hmmed[/i] as she inspected the cut on Roland's face, the white light of her staff illuminating one side of them. It didn't look too serious, but admittedly the interior of this dingy house wasn't the best for doing healing work. "Come on, let's get outside."

With a snap her staff retracted into the handle, casting the room in darkness again, and she attached the handle to her belt, leading the way back out into the fresh forest air. Even a few moments with the draugr had been enough to fill her nostrils with the scent of undead. Their presence was not something she was used to yet, but she supposed she'd have to get there someday. So long as she kept winning her battles like this.

"The draugr are finished," she announced to the gathered group of villagers, who had no doubt been listening to the entire struggle. A collective sigh of relief went through them, followed by a series of thanks sent their way. Iseldis couldn't help but smile. "Let me take care of my partner here, and then I'll see to your wounded." More thank-yous followed, and then the villagers began to disperse, no doubt to spread the news to any that hadn't heard.

"Sit here," Iseldis instructed, gesturing to one of the chairs they'd used to bar the front door. She grabbed another and turned it around so that she could sit in front of him. "Turn your head a little, and hold still. This won't hurt much."

The tip of her index finger lit with a soft, white, magical light, and she lifted it to the cut. Her magic was always more difficult to summon in the daytime, but fixing simple cuts wouldn't be taxing enough to affect her come nightfall. She set to work cleaning the wound first, making sure there was no risk of infection. A draugr's hands were bound to be filthy.

"That was my first fight against a draugr," she admitted, starting to mend the wound back together. "I knew they'd be tough, but I knocked the jaw clean off one and it didn't seem to care. Suppose I underestimated it." She still felt a little uneasy, like more were watching them, but draugr weren't exactly stealthy. Probably just the aftereffects of the fight. "I'm sure we'll run into more at their source, but if we go at night, my magic should deal with them much easier. It'll be quite the light show." Of that much she was certain. The gifts of Lunaia that she'd trained in were specifically meant for burning away creatures like draugr. She was rather looking forward to it now, a chance to really hone her skills.

"What about you?" she asked. "Fought draugr before, or anything like it?"