Bethany turns with her arms filled with wood, and beams at the young elven woman who came to help her. Gracious, she thought she would drop them on her own feet here after a moment. "Yes, oh thank you! The healers said they needed more wood for the fires, and all the soldiers are busy so I said I would make a run..."

She put about three or four logs off the top into Ellana's hands, laughing a little, as she shifted a little so her staff would stop banging her between the shoulder blades. "And of course, ended up loading myself down. Come on, this way."

A pause, before she shook her head, "Maker, my manners. I'm Bethany Hawke, who am I thanking again?"