Viktor sucked in his breath sharply as he felt the strangest sensation along his body. This shamaness who spoke of warrens and of being a healing woman had spoken to the winds on his behalf. He felt the deep bruising on his chest fade and the gash on his forehead sealed itself. It was an odd sensation to be touched by the winds by not all together as unpleasent and strange as he feared. And the Kestrel staying on his shoulder during this was another comfort. He knew it was telling him there was nothing to fear. If it was not afraid of the winds than he had nothing to fear. He trusted in it's wisdom and it's guidance. 

He did notice as she went on she seemed very tired and he felt a little guilty that maybe his wounds were graver than he suspected. Or maybe she could only entreat the winds so much, she had done so many times today for nearly twenty other people. Maybe this was the Great spirits way of maintaining balance? Ensuring this power could not be abused? This was foreign to him and he understood little of the intricacies. 

But what he did know as he passed by on his way to the ship they were bound to board, was that when she buckled and feinted she was going to hit hard against the deck. Jumping forward he reached out and caught her with his one free arm and looked around. At first he didn't know is she was dead but her body was warm and her breathing wasn't shallow so he quickly dismissed this idea. Looking around He dropped his glaive and let it thump against the dock as he picked her up with both arms. This much he had experienced a handful of times with the shamans of his tribe. “I will take her on the ship.” He truned to Iver “Can you carry my weapon on board my friend?” he asked quickly before moving off towards the ship. "Sergeant!" he called to gather their leaders attention to this new turn of events. he hoped that was the right title, if not he hoped he would understand. "Is there somewhere were I must place her?"