What she needed was her magic and her weapons. She felt absolutely, utterly useless now, leaning into Gadriel as she steadied herself. Once she was on her feet, weight shifted off her bitten leg, she looked down at the wound.

Bleeding and unpleasant, but not the worst she ever suffered. Stubbornly, she shook her head and crouched down, tugging the ends of her dress until it ripped off a few inches, and using that to staunch the bleeding. "No. I will be fine." She just had to keep pressure on, wrap it, and move along. Melinoë kept her head down and gaze averted, almost like she was embarrassed.

"Thank you."