Fenna lay in the grass, rain fallow down on her. Shallow breaths escaped her lips as she tried to work through the pain of her open wounds. She turned her head to see first Clive and then Zell move in with their attacks. "Good job," she whispered to Zell when Zigmund died, even though she knew he was out of ear-shot. 

It wasn't long before Barracker helped her up and assister her towards the temple entrance. Pierced three times, but the spikes had been thin, the wounds they had caused weren't an immediate thread but would need treatment. The blood leaking out the six wounds mixed with the rain and travelled down her armour. 

Fenna grinned weakly at Barrackers comment. Pre-rain she had been able to land some good hits, but post-rain she had done nothing more than take the role of distraction, which thankfully had paid off. "I take pride in the fact he hated me enough that he wanted to make me suffer," she admitted. "That means he considered me one of the bigger nuisances at least. I'm glad he's dead."

With a groan she got down on the ground when they reached the camp and tried to determine what needed to happen with her wounds. It would need some bandaging for sure. Where were her supplies? Sil landed next to her with the spear she had picked up, while Fenna slowly removed her leather armour. Fenna leaned back in a half-sitting/half-lying position, moving hurt and the slow but continous bloodloss made her tired. Sil watched her and after a moment she went to a nearby leaf, picked it up and tried to put it on one of the lower wounds. "Thanks, darling," Fenna whispered, although it did nothing to stop the bleeding. 

She found some bandages to wrap around her torso, but with her injured shoulder she couldn't do it alone. Thankfully she got the assistance she needed. She turned her face to MacKensie and managed a faint smile when she pointed out her shoulder. Out of the three wounds, that was the one that one caused the most discomfort in both pain and hindring her movement. Her first instict was to downplay it, but there was no reason for it. "Yes, I need a hospital," she sighed. 

When her wounds were provisionally treated, Fenna lay down to rest. Sil remained close to her and eyed everyone who dared coming close suspiciously. Fenna listened to MacKensie questioning Clive and turned her head so she could watch them.