[sylvanSpider]

Theaffa put her hands out to help steady strix as he tried to stand up and was promptly put right back down by nothing more than gravity itself. It seemed he wasn't much used to having to obey it though with his gift of flight. She clucked her disapproval, shaking her head and looking at him with stern eyes, “Don't move too much. We have to keep your heart rate down to keep the poison from spreading, if it is poisoned.” She snapped above his head to see if he'd be able to focus on it, and seeing that he was losing consciousness, she shook her head again, “Definitely poisoned. This is going to hurt, but if you can keep from screaming, it would be much appreciated.”

With that, the halfling moved down to crouch by his thigh, planting both hands around the base of the arrow, “I'm going to pull fast to prevent the arrowhead from being left behind, alright?” She took a deep breath and looked to make sure he was good. If he didn't answer, she was going to have to move all the faster.

She stopped what she was doing for only a brief moment, not expecting that kind of conversation right now. “Don't talk like that. We're going to make it out, so long as we don't light a fire. No scent to follow on the ground. The hounds aren't really a threat from this distance. But, it's Theaffa Marigold. From uh...somewhere in the East. Doesn't really matter with us little folk though, does it? I'm so far from home with no ties that I may as well be from nowhere.” She chuckled a bit, taking the feather with admiring eyes before looking back at him, “I...have nothing on my person that I can offer back, but my services. I will be honored to make it out of this with a new friend at my back, however, so I accept your proposition.”