News of a dragon was certainly shocking, but even if this woman had direct connection to such events there was no need to treat the elves were. They roughly shoved her forward, as if wayward livestock for inspection. Mind you, it did look like she'd been in a sty for a while as her golden hair flowed in muddy and matted lengths down now stained brown shoulders and coat. Her gambeson was in a dire state with a few of the buttons missing and the few remaining not bothered to be done up, leaving her bareness for the world to see. The fact she was wearing a gamberson suggested that she had probably been wearing armour before she was captured, Alice guessed from the noble features on the woman that it was probably some sort of plate. Quite the fall from grace, Alice could only guess at how the Elves treated their prisoners, them believing they are superior.

Urasen spoke to one of the immediate guards, [b]"Excuse me, can you untie this woman's hand please?"[/b], though certainly not in a threatening way. Alice took this a cue to provide small mercies.

Perhaps in need to most urgent care was the crimson line of blood running down this lady's front, starting from her lower face and rolling down her chin onto her front. Maybe the cuffs restricted this woman's ability to deal with the injury, or maybe she just didn't care. Actually, from a second look at the bruised but undoubtedly beautiful (and decidedly Andred) face Alice caught sight of the cold eyes that stared at everything and nothing, [i]maybe she hasn't noticed?[/i] was a disturbing observation that floated around in Alice's head. It would have taken the steeliest of hearts not to have been swayed by such a display, even though it was worth noting the injuries were superficial. It would have taken a lot to do anything more to her deceptively robust and lean-ly built frame.

Alice moved past the guards and started cleaning the woman's wounds and restoring a bit of modesty, if only to the extent she could. The gambeson might have little ability to retain itself, but with a re-adjustment of the belt it clung itself around her shapely curves nicely even if it would probably shake itself free should there be any quick movements. Alice dipped a linen bandage into the supply of Guarden juice, hoping the Elfen drink had some sort of disinfecting properties and started trying to pat and wipe the various cuts. Even before she tried to she knew that a particular cut on the lip needed stitches, and the nose was probably broken; both of which procedures were beyond the skill of the Vrettonnian noble.

Alice said to the woman in a gentle fashion, "Please, sip this." and offered to pour some of the revitalising spirits into her no doubt sore mouth, and hoping to get a look to see if all the teeth were there. "It's magic, it'll help." She didn't bother trying to hide her accent, even if it might throw up a sense of alarm in the woman who had probably warred against the Vrettonnian nation before. She didn't feel like she could deceive someone in such a state.