
Zaruuk - Elwynn/Old Camp
"You are welcome." Zaruuk called out to the young draenei as she scampered away. An interesting one, that one. He had to admit, he was glad his earlier assumptions about her were wrong. It was nice to meet another of his species who wasn't Naaru blinded. That is, if she didn't just run off because she felt her faith to be challenged by his words. It didn't seem that way though, she seemed more contemplative, and a little paniced, than outraged.
The mage turned back around, heading into the ruined camp. He opened himself up to the layline of the place, getting a feel for the arcane energies here, trying to sense if there was something that didn't belong amidst the destroyed tents and shattered debris.
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Jraak - New Camp
The arakkoa lifted his hand from the blood elf's belly, his head bobbing about as he observed her still form. It seemed like she was fully healed, the earth spirits certainly felt so. But he was unsure about her internal organs, could not tell if they had sustained any serious injuries. Most worrying to him was that he did not sense a crop of any sort during his healings. Was that normal for mammals? Or did hers somehow get removed during battle? He clicked his beak as he mused, before turning to look at Faron.
"Jraak tended this one's wounds best as could do." The arakkoa rasped. "Will see if mended right when she wakes."