I examine the binding on my finger and haltingly express my thanks...

"Very kind of you." I smile sheepishly, hoping to ward off the possibility that he might attempt to bite one of my other appendages.

I look at his leonine companion, and inwardly pray that he's not hungry. He might be considering following his masters example, and taking a nibble on me as well . Backing away, with a waxy smile on my face, I'm almost relieved when the mighty doors burst open and all eyes (including the lions) turn to witness the return of...

I gasp in horror as he staggers forward into the light, still brandishing a blood soaked blade (I can't even force myself to look at what he holds in his other hand.) My erstwhile medic is standing stock-still, gaping in shock, and seemingly oblivious to the commanding call of the woman who has rushed to the fallen warriors aid. Unable to help myself I give the man known as Tuatha a motivational shove, as I chokingly beseech. "For the love of Baal, help the poor creature!"

In a blink of an eye, Tuatha joins his fellow rescuer and between them they set to work on staunching the flow of blood.

I drag my eyes away, and start gulping desperately for air. Muttering to myself all the while... "Don't faint... don't faint... don't faint..." It seems I'm not listening to myself, as I soon feel my legs go weak and the darkness encroaches.

Never could stand the sight of blood...