Awake

Tiella woke some time during the night. She gasped and sat bolt upright and with moments the group had gathered round to see if she was whole. The three Dwarven strangers watched from the shadows, but did not gather.

"Gods we thought you were a gonner." Majvoc snorted.

"No we did not." Balar snapped before laying a hand on her arm, "But we were worried, how are you feeling?"

She took a deep breath and looked around the group, "alive." she said at last. She looked over at Erik then who was wounded.

"May I?" she offered the healing with an outstretched hand and waited for the giants permission. Eager sparks of white magic jumped from her fingers as she opened her palm. That was new.