crawling

With one last twirl of Eilistraee's Moonsword to flick away the blood, Andruil turns towards the lythari and offers him a raised brow of inquiry. She does not recognize the markings on his coat, leading her to assume that he is likely not one of the few of the kind that have begun inhabiting Audulë, but it could very well be that Davheira had given the gift to someone else and she hadn't known. Either way, they were considerably far from the Moon Gate, and somehow this lythari had found himself on enough trouble to have been surrounded by ogres and goblins. Odd, as they now tended to remain on the Otherworld, following the orders of the dark elves as they protected the borders of the mortal realm in order to keep the tentative peace between the two species.

"Now, go along then," she tells him, freeing one hand from her sword to shoo him off as she looks down at the corpses thoughtfully. Leaving them on the air would likely attract attention, but then again, one of the many creatures wandering the books might eat them. "I am pretty sure I saw one of them stab you, so you probably should go get some aid from your court."

His bloodied maw pointed in the drow's direction and then to the corpses surrounding them. It would've been easy for him to get rid of these people that had attacked him unprompted, but he hadn't really done that before and he definitely didn't intend to start that now. In a few moments, he was shifting back to a man, hands pressing into the earth beneath him as he took a breath. The wound at his side was still bleeding which caused his hand to lift to cover it as he looked up at the drow that had helped him. "I don't have a court here," he grunted out as he stood on his feet, hand still pressed to his side. "Nor do I need assistance patching myself up. I've done this before." He paused. "Your assistance is well appreciated though. I owe your a debt."