Flora had to touch the downed beast for an instant to flip to her feet. She eyed it warily, feet set as she waited for it to get back up again, but it didn't. It was dead.

She allowed herself a small sigh and loosened, a little. Relief threatened to crash over her, but it was still too soon for that.

"I'm alright." She remembered her wound, forgotten in the rush of the fight and adrenaline. Even so, bloody as was, aching as it was, it wasn't of as much consequence, not compared to what her friends had suffered.

"But you two are in rough shape, we need to get you some help." Flora looked them both over in utter concern, taking in what she could see. She was no stranger to fights, not even a stranger to getting through them by the skin of her teeth, but this was still something different. Flora held her hand out and tried to concentrate. Bandages, ointment, herbs, flowers, she tried to will or shift these things and more into existence, but nothing appeared. Helplessness tore at her. Even after everything was said and done, she couldn't take of things as she was used to.

"How bad are you both?"

She didn't want to have to be the one to bring it up. She wanted to let them rest as much as they wanted. They'd earned it, they needed it, but they couldn't stay here for too long. They should be so lucky to run into one and only creature out here, and alongside that, there was nothing out here to treat wounds. Forward or back, they'd have to press on. "Where do we go from here?"