((OOC: Thank you for the heads up. I really appreciate it.))
Cithien watched as he walked away, and scowled at his words. He was so very eager to fight her again. Next time she would be better prepared for him. Her mind spun from one plan to the next in an attempt to find something that would allow her to kill him without really breaking the truce her people had put into place. There was no way it could be done. She would have to bide her time until an opening appeared.
Once the healers were finished, they helped her to her feet and together they walked to the group of humans. Clearly, she was not happy about this. It is was the Lord wanted, though, so apparently he was going to get it. She brushed hair that was matted with their combined blood from her face and never took her eyes from him.
She could hear the healers speaking in their tongue about the way she stared at him. They made assumption about what the looks meant that was way off target. Rumors would spread if she did not stamp them out, but those rumors could be leveraged to her advantage. Cithien would let them be for now.
As Rezenar returned to his men, before Cithien was brought before him, he was told of two of his Captains falling in battle. One was already dead and the other had suffered a mortal wound. He did make certain to point out that both the Lord and the Elf wench should have been dead, though. Their wounds were deep, and they had both bleed a great deal.
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The lakes surface was still as the human-elf mixture of blood ran into it. As more and more of it slipped into the water, making not even a slight ripple, the surface began to glow a ghostly white. No one, Elven or Human, witnessed this small transformation in the Mystic Grove.