Log Date: July 6, 1996

Log Cast:
	Of Lostholt: Leetah, Ynderra, Kai
	Lostholt visitors: Thicket

Log Intro:
	Many strangers have been coming to Lostholt as of late -- and among them,
Thicket, brought in by Slate and Silvermoon in the hopes that the healer
Leetah can aid her. But Leetah has also been busy with other visitors --
healing Terlis's broken hand, and aiding Lara and Shado in the birth of
their child -- so the Holt's younger healer, Ynderra, has taken charge of
Thicket, trying her best to soothe the feral stranger's fever and find out
why her shoulder is so badly scarred. This has kept Ynderra away from
helping with the birthing, which went noticed by Leetah -- and thus, the
older healer, as soon as she can, seeks out the younger....

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Leetah locksends ** <slightly sleepy but refreshed and greatly curious> Hello 
  Ynderra. Would you like to tell me about our newest arrivals? **

You locksend ** <a trifle sleepily, herself> Mrmmmm? Oh! Okay.... I was 
  napping... where are you? ** to Leetah.

Leetah locksends ** I can come to you if you prefer. I am in my den. **

You locksend ** Let me... mrmm, let me get up. I had a couple dreamberries, 
  Ember was telling a story... oh. I'm outside! ** to Leetah.

You sense in a locksend, Leetah's mental chuckle seems audible.

You locksend ** I'll come to you... just a moment! ** to Leetah.

[Up through the Father Tree Ynderra goes, towards Cutter and Leetah's den.]

You climb further up through the branches.
Farther up the Tree(#778RL)
You're standing on the upper branches of the Father Tree, near the top. 
  Rounded bulges where branches meet the trunk and split, hold dens for the 
  elves that live this far up in the tree. Climbing down towards the lower 
  branches doesn't appear to be that hard. As the daystar sets the air turns 
  chilly in the NewGreen evening.
Contents:
Nightfall
Obvious exits:
Type "DENS" to see who lives here.  Down<D>  

You locksend to Leetah, Ynderra, just outside, sends, ** Can I come in? **

Kai has connected.

Leetah locksends ** Please. **

Kai blinks.

Ynderra smiles to Kai, a bit drowsily, and says, "I have to talk to leetah, 
  want to hear this? It's about healing..."

Cutter and Leetah's Den(#2716RL)
In the seasons since Leetah returned from the Sun Village, she has once again 
  made her presence here known. The silks and brightly colored pillows have 
  reappeared, and a gentle perfume once again fills the room. Sleeping furs 
  and woven blankets are piled neatly in a corner, where they may be sat upon. 
  The window has once again been filled with colorful and shiny mementos from 
  the desert, lovingly tended.. All in all, there is a joyful air about the 
  room.
Contents:
Leetah
Obvious exits:
Out <O>  

Ynderra comes crawling in, and pipes, "Kai's up!"

Leetah laughs. "Is he?" Cutter has been up since the sun went down.

Ynderra bobs her head. "I'll see if he watnts to hear this... it's about 
  healer stuff, after all..."
You locksend ** You want to come in here, lifemate? It's about healing, and 
  everything... and the new stranger! ** to Kai.

Kai has arrived.

Ynderra beams at her lifemate as he peeks in. "Come on!"

Kai appears quickly, as he was waiting just outside anyway.. he grins a bit, 
  at what may not be clear to others..

Leetah tilts her head, smiling at Kai, but still curious about what Ynd is 
  about to say.

Ynderra shakes herself a bit, settles, and tells Leetah earnestly, "I was in 
  trance... with that stranger, Thicket...!"

Kai settles down next to Ynderra.. ** trance? **

Ynderra nods wide-eyedly to you both. "I had to.... see, the other strangers 
  brought her in, and she was all feverish, so I hauled her down to the 
  visitors' den, so I could work on her -- I mean, Leetah, you were busy with 
  Terlis and all! I think I got the fever, but her shoulder..." Ynderra's 
  features crumple a little. "Her shoulder is awful."

Kai says "Wa's wrong with her?"

Leetah listens, expression soft. She holds out one hand, "Show me. Send and 
  share it."

Ynderra bobs her head solemnly. She takes a breath, and begins to send, to you 
  both...
Ynderra sends openly ** <Image of the party of strangers, Slate, Silvermoon, 
  FirstLight, Exile, bringing with them a gaunt form wrapped in a long-tooth 
  hide. Thicket, her face pale and etched with age under her untidy mop of 
  dark, silvered hair, her brow hot. And her shoulder, shiny and snarled with 
  scar tissue, thick, twisted.> **

Kai winces.

Leetah's expression does not change.

Ynderra sends on, how she immediately convinced the strangers to bring the 
  sick and injured one to the den. Blaze is there, toddling along curiously, 
  battling at the sparkles his mother makes as soon as Ynderra crouches beside 
  the stranger, sinking immediately into her magic.

Leetah listens attentively, her whole attention on what the send relates.

Ynderra sends openly ** <The stranger, Thicket, is unconscious. But in her 
  fever, she seems to sense Ynderra's efforts to aid her, and she resists her, 
  her aged body tightening in what seems almost like fury. And Ynderra, 
  studying her with her open magic, senses the knot of deeply twisted flesh 
  that is this elf's right shoulder. The bone within is practically shattered, 
  shards of it buried in the badly-healed skin and muscle. The arm hangs dead 
  at the elf's side.> **

Kai shakes his head.. he says softly. " We can't do.."

Leetah says softly, "We can. But -should- we?"
Leetah's green eyes are serious as they gague Kai's reaction.

Ynderra finishes tinily, "Something hurt her shoulder really badly and she 
  wouldn't let me try to help it. Ember thought she was in wolfsong, maybe."

Kai says "If they're Wolfriders.. if she can't be whole, maybe she needs to 
  not be alive? She might live in Sorrow's End.. but, here? Or the Jungle? 
  She'd be killed by packs, or animals on the trip, or.."
Kai says "I'm surprised she's still alive now.. that her friends would come 
  here to try and save her."

Leetah raises her hand. In a soft, but very sure voice she says "I do not 
  judge."

Ynderra, delicate little face grave and uncertain, nods slowly, and asks 
  Leetah, "What should we do?"

Leetah's eyes turn sternly to each young healer in turn. "If she wishes to be 
  healed, we shall heal her. Wolfsong or no, we do not force our wishes on 
  another."
Leetah says "Shall I talk to her perhaps?"

Ynderra blushes, says tinily, "I kinda put her to sleep. 'Cause she needed 
  it... she was very tired..." She hangs her head under the stern green regard.

Leetah nods. "That was wise."

Kai shrugs.

Ynderra looks up again. "Should we wake her up?"

Leetah's eyes drift to a small stone ornament of some sort. She shakes her 
  head. "When she awakes of her own power is time enough."
Leetah smiles gently at the rock, expression distant, and turns to the other 
  two. "Now. If she does choose to seek our aid, what do you think we should 
  do?"

Ynderra nibbles her lip, uneasily. "Do you want to go look, anyway?" she 
  begins. Then goes on firmly, eyes liquid, "I want to fix that shoulder! 
  It..."
Ynderra thinks, then goes on, "It _felt_ awful!"

Leetah nods, compassionate both to the pain and the healer's wish to cure it.

Ynderra rubs at her own shoulder, reflexively. "It felt like..." She frowns. 
  "Something hit her. Right here. Hard."

Leetah says "If she is as lost in wolfsong as she sounds to be, how would she 
  feel if she awoke to a stranger touching her? I think it best to wait until 
  she awakes."
Leetah nods. "That is the sort of injury which would damage a bone so.

Kai frowns a bit. "What could have struck her so hard?"

Leetah holds out her hand, healing glow starting. "Feel this... what type of 
  wound would cause this injury do you think?" The feeling which creeps into 
  your hand, should you choose to extend it, is one of feeling then total 
  absence, as though the injury were completely localized along a line and the 
  limb simply stopped afterward. There is no sense of continuation of the 
  injury, it exists solely on a line at the termination of the limb.

Ynderra lifts her small fingers, closing her eyes, sensing. She shivers a bit, 
  and squeaks, "It was like that... her arm was like that!"

Kai considers.. "Must've been old, if it's scarred up like that.. I'm 
  surprised she'd still alive at all.. she should've bled inside, huh?

Leetah arches a brow at Kai's choice of words.

Kai blinks. "Am I wrong?"

Ynderra listens anxiously to all of this.

Leetah's lips curve slightly. "Your choice of words is ... interesting."

Kai shrugs, not understanding.

Ynderra, clearly not getting it, blinkblinks at Leetah. "How come? I mean, it 
  feels really nasty..." She shivers. "I think humans did, it, maybe? Or she 
  fell off a cliff... or something..."

Kai says "Had to have been a weapon.. what else?"

Leetah listens quietly.

Kai says "Sling stone?"

You say "Could a stone _do_ that.... I mean... the whole shoulder was... 
  split, almost!"

Kai says "Ah.. I was paying too much attention to the shattering."

Leetah turns from one to the other. She finally asks softly, "Did you catch 
  how SHE felt about it?"

Ynderra says lowly, "She wouldn't send to me. Just growls. No words."

Leetah nods. "That makes it more difficult."
Leetah sighs.
Leetah pauses to send gently to see if this stranger is awake.
Leetah shakes her head. "She does not appear to be."

Kai shrugs. "What do we do, then?"

Ynderra wrinkles her nose. "Or she's not answering..."

Leetah smiles. "We wait."

Ynderra, uneasily, nods. "If you say so..." She frowns. "Slate said she didn't 
  like elves. That she'd be scared... or maybe try to hurt somebody. She's 
  awfully skinny, though..."

Leetah frowns faintly.
Leetah has left.

Ynderra blinks, as Leetah suddenly leaves the den. "Wha..."

[Ynderra scrambles out of Cutter and Leetah's den, after the older healer.]

You locksend ** Come on! I think Thicket might have awakened... ** to Kai.

[And with that, Kai and Ynderra hasten out to catch up with Leetah.]

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[Meanwhile, sequestered in the visitor's den where Ynderra put her earlier,
 Thicket has awakened. No longer febrile, she nevertheless has realized that
 she is in an unfamiliar place, and remembers someone trying to work healing
 magic on her. Remembering Mender's unsuccessful attempt and how it made
 her arm ache, and unwilling to let that happen again, she begins to sneak
 out of the Holt....]

Thicket(#4108POXc)
Lean and wiry, this elf has a look about her of one who has seen many, many 
  turns of the seasons. Her pale, weathered face - too strong of line to be 
  called either delicate or pretty - is framed by an untidy thatch of dark 
  hair that catches the light in streaks and sparks of silver and red; one 
  single thin braid dangles loosely beside her face. Her eyes, dappled light 
  brown and green and gold, are crinkled at the edges, and her glance gives 
  the fleeting impression of moonlight on leaves scattered across damp earth. 
  When she chances to speak, it is with a low, rough voice that is likely not 
  used often.
She is clad in old, rough leathers: a cloak stiched together from amny tanned 
  hides of ravvits, in pale dappled shades on the outside, and when her 
  movements allow, one can see glimpses of assorted colors of fur on the inner 
  lining. The cloak hangs oddly off her right shoulder, and only her left arm 
  moves from under the leather at any time. Her legs are covered with crudely 
  stitched breeches; her feet are bare, gauntly muscled, with myriad old scars 
  and scratches.
Her mood, if it can be called that, seems one of distrustful, feral wariness. 
  She reacts to anything in her vicinity with alert sniffing, a twitch of her 
  ears, and occasionally, a low growl....

You walk back out of the Father Tree.
Base of the Lost Holt Father Tree(#765RJ)
A dense grove of grotesquely shaped trees dominated by one immense Grandfather 
  of a tree whose age is no less great than its size.
It is obvious that the old tree has survived a terrible tragedy but new growth 
  and thick strong branches cover the worst of the scars left by the terrible 
  blaze. Weeds and night blooming wildflowers grow in a riot of natural 
  disorder around the trees roots, taking advantage of the NewGreen warmth. 
  Like old friends, the gnarled trees embrace one another, their many branches 
  entwining to form a dense canopy high above the ground. As the daystar sets 
  the air turns chilly in the NewGreen evening.
Contents:
SafeRunner
Calmwind(#7032Jopq)
Obvious exits:
Into the Tree<N>  Around the Tree<AT>  Clearing<S>  

You locksend ** <The stranger's mind that you sense... moves.> ** to Leetah.

[And after a few moments, while Thicket gets her bearings on this strange
 pack-place...]

Leetah walks out of the Father Tree.
Leetah has arrived.
Leetah moves quickly, and stops when she sees Thicket. Touching minds briefly 
  to affirm, she smiles gently. "Welcome, stranger."

Thicket crouches before the pair of wolves, practically eye to eye with them. 
  All three are snarling, the elf rather louder than the wolves... and at the 
  words, she jerks, and whirls around.

Leetah continues her nonthreatening welcome.

Thicket blinkblinks. And stares, at Leetah, startledly, dark gaze flicking 
  over the other's brown skin. Her nose quivers, as if she takes a measure of 
  her scent.

Ynderra walks out of the Father Tree.
Ynderra has arrived.
Ynderra peeks out of the tree, behind Leetah, and clamps her mouth shut at the 
  sight.

Kai walks out of the Father Tree.
Kai has arrived.

Thicket stands, with a pair of the Lostholt wolves cutting off her path out of 
  the Holt, each of them wary but not yet actively hostile. Thicket herself 
  stare in evident startlement at Leetah, momentarily halted, stunned.

Ynderra locksends, to Kai, Leetah: ** What's... what's wrong? **

Leetah shows nothing but comfortable welcome.
Leetah sends to Ynderra and Kai that they might wait in the tree until the shy 
  visitor is more at ease.

Thicket's lip curls in a somewhat louder snarl as she spies the other two 
  elves behind the brown one. Her single visible hand clenches under the cloak 
  that hangs on her gaunt body.

Ynderra bobs her head in silent obedience, backing up into the tree's 
  entrance, watching from within.

Kai shakes his head, but he backs up a bit, putting himself between Ynderra 
  and the feral Wolfrider.. but he looks ready to charge to Leetah's rescue 
  should she need it.

Thicket blinks a time or two more as the small black-haired one backs up. A 
  pack? Yes. The brown one... the alpha female? Thicket shifts, warily, her 
  eyes taking in Leetah's movements, her stance.

Leetah's stance is easy. If she is the alpha female, she holds none of the 
  challenge of position.

Thicket remains where she is, paused, clearly poised for flight. But her eyes 
  have widened slightly, and in obvious fascination, she stares at Leetah, 
  transfixed.

Ynderra locksends, to Kai, Leetah: ** Leetah! What are you going to do? Look at her 
  stare...! **

Leetah smiles, completely at ease with being stared at. "Hungry?" she asks in 
  a gentle tone.

The ragged one frowns. "Hunt," she barks. Then a strange expression flickers 
  across her eyes, and her left hand comes up to rub at her cloaked right 
  shoulder.

Leetah continues to smile. "Are you hurt?" She gestures to the shoulder.

Thicket's frown deepens. "Lame," she growls, the world barely discernible.

Kai offers.. "We'll make you better."

Thicket's gaze flicks to Kai, and again she stares, wide-eyed.

Kai
     At first glance, this elf is not remarkable.. but if one takes the time 
  to look closer, you see that he is a collection of incongruities. Not too 
  tall.. not anywhere near a Glider's height, but somewhat taller than an 
  average Wolfrider.. but then again, not as squat or powerful.. his frame 
  seems to be mostly sleek muscle. His complexion is dark.. whatever flesh 
  might be exposed is of a dark tan, especially on his face and arms.. you 
  also might notice a rather lot of well-healed scars: most of them small and 
  shallow. 
        His eyes are sky-blue, his long hair is sort-of a blue-black, which 
  seems to defy the Daystar's attempts to lighten it.. his hair is long, and 
  most of it pulled back into some semblance of a topknot, secured by a piece 
  of hide.. the rest drops to past his shoulders. His features are more 
  angular than a Wolfrider's.. more like the elves of Blue Mountain, perhaps.. 
  something more like the High Ones.
        He wears a set of soft leathers that, while being technically fine, 
  show little more than utilitarianism: knee-high breeches, rather loose, with 
  draw-string ties at the waist and knees, ventilated on the sides to allow 
  cooler air to pass through.. and a loose vest that ties in the front at 
  several places. He also wears a pair of lace-up moccasins that rise to 
  nearly his knees. They are all undyed and unadorned even by tassles.. but 
  they look soft and comfortable.
        At his waist is a belt of leather, held together by a cunning knot, 
  stained with sweat and other fluids.. from which depends a sheath and a long 
  knife with a leather-wrapped handle, the base of which is wide and blunt.. 
  useful for finishing off prey by crushing their bones. Other than that, he 
  carries no other weapons.

Leetah offers a hand to the strange elf in a gesture of gentleness and concern.

Thicket stares longly at Kai. Her face quivers, oddly; the wild look in her 
  eyes shifts over to a kind of startled grief, momentarily. Then her nose 
  quivers again, as at last, she catches this other brown one's scent.

Ynderra peers around her mate's shoulder, timidly, but needing to see, 
  nonetheless

Kai cocks his head. "We _will_ make better. Let us?"

Thicket frowns, and suddenly barks, confused, "Arm dead...."

Leetah shakes her head. "It's just sleeping. Let us wake it up for you."

Kai nods. "We will make it move again.. but you have to let us."

Thicket spies Ynderra once more, and peers at her, scowling. But these two 
  brown ones.... Thicket's face turns less and less fierce, as she mutters, 
  "Not like pack...."
Thicket's gaze lingers on Kai's black hair.

Leetah shakes her head. "No, we aren't of the pack."
Leetah holds out a hand, but does not approach rapidly. A glow starts around 
  her fingers as her magic reaches out to touch Thicket gently, unobtrusively.

Thicket frowns again. But as Leetah's fingers glimmer, she jerks, and her gaze 
  locks on that faint glow.

Kai says calmly.. "It's allright.. she wants to make your arm awake again."

The magic glowing around her hand feels warm and tingly.

Once more Thicket's gaze flicks to Kai and his black hair, as if this 
  fascinaetes her almost as much as the glow. But the glow draws her attention 
  back; very subtly, her face starts to relax.

Leetah's healing glow shifts and grows, coursing through Kai like a fiery 
  river. With a gentle send, she guides Ynderra into the joint healing.

Kai looks back to the tree, to make certain Ynderra is safely in the tree.. 
  then he moves forward slowly, calmly.

Thicket's eyes go rounder, at the wash of.... what?!.... that spills across 
  her.

Leetah stands back, slipping into a trance, acutely aware of whether Thicket 
  welcomes the healing or not.

Ynderra wrinkles her nose at Kai. She _can_ take care of herself. Besides, 
  what can this stranger do with three of them, here? She steps out after him, 
  moving slowly, so as to not spook the stranger.

Thicket sends, without form, ** ... ** Her left hand lifts, to the growing 
  glow in the air.
Thicket starts trembling, just a little. A faint whine rattles in the back of 
  her throat.

Kai continues moving forward, his arms spread a bit.

Ynderra sends meekly, keeping it simple: ** <Offer to help><Freedom to go, 
  after help given> **

Leetah lets her magic swell as that gesture of trust allows her to lose 
  herself completely in the healing. Subtly she joins her magic with that of 
  the other two, flowing warmly to fill the clearing.

Thicket stares unsurely at the tiniest of these three elves, then gasps, 
  shakily, at the glow surrounding her. In that breath of time Kai and Leetah 
  can reach her.

Kai reaches out to touch the wounded elf.. perhaps a bit of uncertainty if 
  this major healing will hurt the patient or not leaks out into a public send.

Leetah's send reaches to cover and entwine that sense of doubt, and gently to 
  dispel it... there is a sense of pain as a part of growth, how growing 
  muscles ache as they reform over formerly shattered bones. Gently she guides 
  the healing, shaping the arm into its natural form.

Taking her cue from Leetah, Ynderra slips in beside the two dark-skinned 
  healers. She's glowing, now, too, adding her light to the others', not quite 
  daring to touch Thicket.

Thicket, though, stumbles, and her face contorts, as she feels her shoulder 
  begin to... move.

Kai touches Thicket a bit more firmly now, to help hold her up. "Is allright."

Thicket hisses, makes another noise partway between growl and whine, and grabs 
  at the shoulder with her working hand. There's pain in that flesh, old, old 
  pain, and the wild one flinches as the glow calls it up.

Kai says "SHhh.. it will be better."

Leetah is lost in guiding the power of three healers together to ease long 
  twisted skin, muscle and bone. In a sense it is shaping as much as healing, 
  as the scar tissue is softened away, the bones flow together like water, and 
  the long disused muscles reknit.

Ynderra's relaying was true. Thicket's shoulder is a mass of twisted flesh and 
  skin; buried within that nerve-dead lump is a bone almost sundered in two. 
  Fragments of it cluster loosely around the break. And as the combined light 
  does its work, it revives with the pain memory of what caused it: an axe. 
  Huge. Heavy. Stone. Smashing down onto the shoulder-bone.

Thicket's face goes pale, sheens over in sweat. Her knees buckle under her.

Ynderra, as Kai and Leetah have both the stranger's arms, kneels before her 
  and clasps her right hand, trying to poor her own share of the glimmer in 
  from the other end of the lifeless arm.

Kai slips his arms about Thicket's hips, to hold her up. "Here.. almost done."

Leetah is lost in the memory, lost in the sensation. Unaware of the other 
  elves around her, she becomes as much one with the body and the healing as 
  any shaper does with his rock or plant.

All three healers can sense the flash of panic out of the old, wild elf's mind 
  -- old she is, perhaps twice again as old as the bearded Strongbow. But 
  whether it's panic at the five-fingers in her memory, the Tall One with the 
  axe, or panic at the molten glow that seems to be coaxing order into her 
  thoughts even as it coaxes order into her shoulder-bone, is difficult to say.

Ynderra's eyes drop softly closed. She, too, is drawn deeply into the healing, 
  wanting to see what Leetah does, but it's hard to keep herself separate 
  enough to learn from the elder healer. The maiden contents herself with 
  pouring light and strength up to Leetah's hands, letting her do with it what 
  she will.

Motherly love radiates through the healing from Leetah, a sense of 
  protectiveness and gentle soothing of the pain of the healing. There is also 
  a sense of sharing, not just between the healers whose powers pool together, 
  greater than the sum of their parts, but between the hurt and the healing. 
  It is an empathy greater than most will ever feel.

Thicket crumples in Kai's grasp, whimpering again. Pain. Why are they making 
  her remember pain? She twitches, trying to break free, but her entire arm 
  seems afire with pain, from her... shoulder, down to her fingertips. 
  Something is wrong with this, but she can't figure out what. And as Leetah 
  sends her profound emotions, that undoes the wild one. Her eyes well over 
  with tears. Old as she is, the maternal sending falls on her like rain on a 
  near-dead green growing thing.

Leetah cries too, through eyelids closed in trance. She reaches to embrace the 
  poor she-elf, easing her share of the pain as much as she can.

Kai holds Thicket firmly.. "almost done.. almost."

There is more pain than just the physical in this hurt one; there's 
  loneliness, too, long-buried grief. Something connected with black hair, 
  that flits without form through her overwhelmed thoughts. Loss. But these 
  are nearly blocked out by the hot pulse of nerves in an arm dead over eight 
  turns of the seasons, nearly two eights, and discovering all at once that 
  they can relay sensation once more.

Ynderra wraps her arms around the others, bowing her head towards Thicket's 
  disheveled one.

Kai braces for the violent twitch he assumes will come.

Thicket jerks, but feebly, and a tiny whimper escapes her clenched teeth. Her 
  arm has gone stiff and taut in Ynderra and Leetah's hands -- but _this_ is a 
  change. Before, it lay dead.

Leetah sighs, gradually starting to withdraw from her trance, the major part 
  of the healing achieved.

Ynderra is breathing deeply, almost impercetibly slow. Her fingers blaze 
  around Thicket's right hand.

Thicket herself curls between the healers. They can feel her mind whirling, 
  flashes of memory flickering on and off in the glow. It does not take long, 
  however, before her mind shuts itself down, overwrought by too much 
  sensation... and she faints.

Kai grunts for a moment under the sudden dead weight.. he lowers Thicket to 
  the ground carefully, ending up with her head in his lap.

Leetah starts when the link is abrubtly severed as Thicket faints. She looks 
  rather stunned herself as her eyes open. She looks ... pale. She presses one 
  hand to her head.

"She... is she... alright?" Ynderra's voice is the first to break the silence, 
  but it's the meekest of noises.

Leetah nods, smiling wanly. She rests a gentle hand on the feral elf's brow. 
  "She will be fine." She murmurs.

Ynderra blinkblinks, looking rather dazed and stunned, and she mumbles, "What 
  do we do with her?"

Leetah chuckles, "Put her back where she was before."

[And, tiredly, the younger healers comply, taking great care with the old
 feral elf to put her back to rest. End log.]