". . ." For a second, she looks at Salem, eyes wide and startled. Did he just call her Sylaise...? For a moment, her fingers brushed against the twisting vines on her cheek, then she shook her head, and gripped him, attempting to haul him up.

"He's delirious! And hypothermic, and--Hello! Help, please." She shouted off into the distance, as she struggled to gather up the other Dalish. She had to move the furs off of him to do it, and even then, it was more like...half dragging him. Once some of the other scouts managed to move their butts and lend her a hand, Beleth could focus on inspecting him. She frowned, putting a hand over one chilled ear.

"Hold on, lethallin. What happened to you? Whatever it was--you're safe now."