Elthas stood nearby. His arms folded across his chest as he watched the healers casually. He wore a serious expression on his face. He was very intelligent, instinctively, he looked at the healers. "Andra, those are beast wounds." He pointed out carefully. Those weren't made by a human or a human's weapons. His face was pondering the situation. He knew there were many dangerous beasts in the wild lands of Althanas...

He sighed for a moment and observed their handiwork. He was nervous for the woman's safety and well being. He began to sing for them all to help the tension of the situation calm down...he sang whenever he felt nervousness or anxiety. He sang in the forest elf language a sad and gentle song...