Vaeri was a bit taken aback by Lob bursting out of the forest and offering to lick her wounds. Licking your own wounds was one thing, but having someone else lick you was breaching personal space on at least 3 different levels. Hastily, she shook her head in refusal with a quick, "I'll be fine." She did take the bow that was presented to her a bit tentatively. Where did he get this bow and why was he giving it to her? Vaeri didn't know the answer to either part of the question, but wouldn't say anything about it, only nodding gracefully at Lob. It was certainly a well constructed weapon, she couldn't deny that; however, Vaeri already had a bow that much better suited her in her bag. No matter, she would just hang onto the weapon for the time being. Into the bag the bow disappeared.

Stifling another yawn, she nodded at Sana's request. Fiona went for the water immediately, so it would be up to Vaeri to treat wounds. Well, out of everyone here, she probably had the most medical knowledge, but she was far better at divine healing than mundane. Still, these people needed help, and she'd give it to them as best as she could. Vaeri rubbed her eyes, slapped her face a couple times and wiped off any blood that might have gotten on her mouth before she went to work. The captives were certainly in poor condition, but they only needed to be brought up to a condition where they could survive. Returning them to something resembling healthy would take time, food and water. She could heal wounds. Curing starvation, dehydration and disease required aspects of magic that she wasn't familiar with.