Augusta was sitting around camp, waiting for Isidore and Donovan to come back.  Eventually, they did.  It felt longer than it probably took since she was just sitting there waiting.  When they did come back, though, she was excited to have food.  Though something caught her eye a bit more than the food.  Her vision stayed on Isidore as she gave him an almost tired look.  He was going about things rather casually, cutting a leg of the boar for Octavia and then starting to cut it up.  "Umm... Isidore.  You look injured."  He seemed to ignore that, focused on his work or perhaps thoughts and started speaking some time later.  A deer?  People in mountains?  Non-human village?  "Non-human is probably more interesting anyway. No, no."  She pushed such thoughts from her mind.  

"Isidore, you're injury.  Let me..."  The elf woman cut herself off and cast a healing flame on Isidore's wound.  "Seriously, did that deer give you these wounds or was it the boar?"  She asked.  The man should be able to continue working on the food if he so wished, though he might get a couple of irritated elf complaints. "Stop moving." or "Hey".  Still, soon enough she finished when at least a number of his wounds seemed to be much better.  With a sigh, she turned to Donovan.  "And you, how are you?  Any wounds?"  She asked, trying to look the man over for injuries.