Fiona hadn't thought of it like Vaeri did, but maybe the elven woman was right. Her sword arm had been severely injured even at the start of the fight, and she'd still managed to hold her own against two opponents. "Thanks," she said, as they walked. "You have a point. It's something I pride myself on a little, I guess. I'm not skilled enough yet to avoid all the hits, but toughness and resourcefulness help me get through them. I'm a work in progress, though, no doubt about that." She did notice the rather odd move Vaeri made to lick at her own wounds, but made no comment on it. She wasn't in the habit of judging oddities like that.

Fiona had come across a few elves before in recent memory, but none had come to be traveling or fighting companions such as what this was shaping up to be. She wondered, from how she described herself, if Vaeri had not been so different from Fiona, wanting to carve her own path even when it seemed more logical to do something else. She was beginning to strike her as that kind of woman, though obviously she had found a calling with her chosen faith.

She arrived next to Sana just in time to hear her say a farewell. The dead man was apparently her father, something that shocked Fiona not only because of the tragedy of it, but the sheer coincidence as well. The woman's luck today was... less than stellar, to say the least. Having no knowledge of Sana's past or relationship with her family, she respectfully maintained silence on the subject, nodding her thanks to Sana's compliment.

"I'll find some water for them," Fiona offered, leaving Vaeri to do the healing. Fiona hardly had any skills in that regard that would help them, but fetching water she could do. The slavers they had fought carried skins of it, and while the two that Vaeri incinerated were gone, the others had some left, and Fiona quickly rounded up a few, returning them to the captives.

The smell of them was heavy, but Fiona refused to show it, trying to offer them what comfort a smile could offer as she crouched before each one in turn and offered a small amount of water. There was only so much to go around, so what she did have needed to be carefully split. A few of them offered words of thanks, to which Fiona responded with gentle squeezes of their shoulders. In truth, she was starting to feel a bit emotional from seeing their states. It was wonderful to help these people, and she was certain the others in the group back in the village would see the worth of this little venture when they returned.