Reborn as a Snake! (2.) [COMPLETED]

(105). - Labyrinth Troubles.

         As Frindel cast her healing magic on the Elven Maiden, the open wound on her chest began to close up, making the darkness that was there once disappear slowly — turning into dust that evaporated into the air.

The woman breathed heavily, sweating a bit as well, looking almost feverish in this moment. Wezrall held her tightly, while Frindel continued to cast her healing magic on her with Vien just standing to the side, watching. Arabor also just stood behind them all, watching the Elven Woman.

After a couple of moments, the darkness filled wound eventually closed fully up and disappeared completely — making the Elven Maidens breathing to soften and her to stop sweating so much. She was looking a lot better now.

Frindel exhaled — seemingly in relief.

<Frindel>;
"She'll live. Just barely though."

Frindel stated before getting back up and exhaling.

<Frindel>;
"My healing magic isn't the greatest, especially in this situation since she is more connected to the Primordial Element of Nature than Fire."

She explained before crossing her arms. Wezrall exhaled before looking down at the Elven Maiden and then standing up, carrying her in his arms as she fell asleep.

<Wezrall>;
"We have to let her rest. Let us sit out until she wakes up again and then we'll keep moving."

Wezrall stated, looking at the other three individuals with him. Frindel and Vien looked a bit hesitant to agree at first, however Arabor then let out a small fake cough, before stepping forward — passing both woman.

<Arabor>;
"I agree with Wezrall. We should rest until she wakes up so we could ask her about this whole place and if she knows anything about Faofa."

Arabor stated, throwing a gaze at Frindel and Vien over his left shoulder.

<Arabor>;
"Of course, I am open to more suggestions if you have some."

He stated slightly sarcastically and almost challenging as his eyes shined brightly for a second. Frindel and Vien exchanged gazes with one another, before the Primal Dragon of Fire exhaled heavily.

<Frindel>;
"Alright — we can rest for now until she wakes up. My Master can take care of himself after all."

<Vien>;
"Yeah. There's no need for worry — after all, darling master is strong. Whatever he may face will be of no challenge to him."

Vien agreed with Frindel, both of them looking very confident in their statements. Arabor sighed, before looking away from the ladies and looking back at the Elven Maiden in Wezralls arms.

He definitely recognised her — she was so familiar to him. It felt like they two had met once before, however Arabor was unable to pinpoint what exactly was giving this certain feeling of familiarity - this feeling that he has met her once already.
Perhaps he will find out in due time.

Once the decision was made, the four of them set up a small camp place — using the branches they could break off of the hedge mazes walls as a fuel for Frindel to ignite — creating a sort of makeshift campfire. Frindel and Vien both were sitting at the campfire, simply staring into it, while Arabor was standing at it — with Wezrall being a little bit further away, sitting next to the sleeping elf.

In Wezralls mind, if Faofa was here — he would do this exact thing after encountering someone in need. He wouldn't leave their side until they awoke and he was 100% sure that they were okay.

But since Faofa wasn't here — Wezrall decided to take on this role and 'job' on himself and keep the resting Elf company until she woke up from her slumber that she fell into after being healed by Frindel, earlier today.