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Sorsha
Realising that everyone is trying to protect her, she had felt shame and comfort engulfing her simultaneously. There had been nothing left but the obvious - be less of a hindrance. And so, she had cast sanctuary, such that the attacking wolves would ignore her presence.
As the injured ones now scampered away leaving their fallen comrades, the spell, too, fizzles out and she hurries around, casting cure light wounds on those who require it. When that is done, she rushes to Legolas' side, holding his hand anxiously, her eyes poring over every muscle of his handsome, perspiring face.
"What is it, Legolas?"
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