[He was already at the tents, checking up on those who got injured on the journey back from the Mire, when the alert went out. It was mere minutes before the some people showed up with the Elf, setting him down on a cot in one of the empty tents.
Verge of death they said. Maker damnit.
Sam was in the middle of stripping the Elf out of his clothes - armor? - when Bruce had showed up. Oh thank the Maker he didn't have to do this on his own. Unlike the first time they had met, Bruce was more talkative this time around, snapping out directions as time was of the essence. With the two of them the clothing came off relatively quickly, wrapping him up in blankets right after, and Sam working on getting some water and heating it up in a large tub after that.
It wasn't until the Elf's feet were submerged in the warm water that Sam allowed himself to breathe, rubbing his face tiredly. Sighing he looked to Bruce.]
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Verge of death they said. Maker damnit.
Sam was in the middle of stripping the Elf out of his clothes - armor? - when Bruce had showed up. Oh thank the Maker he didn't have to do this on his own. Unlike the first time they had met, Bruce was more talkative this time around, snapping out directions as time was of the essence. With the two of them the clothing came off relatively quickly, wrapping him up in blankets right after, and Sam working on getting some water and heating it up in a large tub after that.
It wasn't until the Elf's feet were submerged in the warm water that Sam allowed himself to breathe, rubbing his face tiredly. Sighing he looked to Bruce.]
How's he doing?