After making it to the camp upon a hope and a prayer, Aragorn instantly lend his aid to the healers here. He assisted in dressing the wounds of the injured with a couple of poultice and bandages he found. The healers explained briefly about the healing properties of elfroot before he attempted to assist them. These healers relied heavily on magic but he's a more traditional healer.

Now focusing his attention on a warrior injured during the onslaught, Aragorn almost hadn't noticed the mage. The ranger was still a bloody and sweaty mess but that didn't deter him from his work. He tilted soldier's head back gently and got him to drink a few drops of the potion. Then he got started cleaning wound upon the soldier's arm with water and medicine.

The faint green glow of the shard embedded in his hand gave away his origins quickly. Aragorn wasn't of this world.