Rala's face was painted with her usual stoic glower when the party had been lead to her and her fallen ally. Despite her rigid exterior there was a shimmer of pain in her eyes as she watched over the Plasm unconscious body like a gargoyle, perched right beside him. She had taken her own share of damage. Her leather armor was off and her tunic had been loosened to reveal her now bandaged shoulder. An arrow had struck deep into her early into the fight, and having refused the goblin concoction earlier she had already been battered and exhausted. Now most of her wounds had been healed but loosing her companion clearly weighed on her by how intently she stared at her.

Hearing Aura's request, Rala nodded solemnly in agreement before quickly pitching in.
[Color=RosyBrown]"If you need money to keep them feed and taken care of, I'll gladly pay"[/color]  the woman growled, failing to viel her rising rage at the lost of a friend.
[Color=RosyBrown]"Aura, do you have any idea who did this"[/color]  Rala added, grunting as she rest her weight on her new, fancy sheath and strained to lift herself up. 
[Color=RosyBrown]"Because I'm make them wish I killed them"[/color] she grumbled agaib through gritted teeth.