ooc- Lyulfe will tend to your character for you, no worries about that
we'll just assume she's very sickly until you are able to post freely again ^^;
"Are you alright?" Lyulfe asked in a worried voice.
"No, of course you're not alright," he answered his own question with sarcasm, then looked back at Rong Er.
"There was no real need to jump off the ship like that," he said gruffly.
"We could have figured something out without having to result to something that drastic." His harsh words were softened, however, when he gently brushed back the offending hair from her forehead.
He paused, then abruptly stood up.
"I'll, er, see if I can get some help from Skye," Lyulfe said, then walked to the door. At the threshold he stopped again, as if having an internal struggle. He swiveled back around and sat at the foot of the bed.
"I'm going to help you fall into a healing sleep," he said to Rong Er gently. From his throat a beautiful song poured out, in a strange language that Rong Er could not understand, yet it soothed and calmed her as the elf continued to sing, his eyes flashing an odd shade of violet. For a moment his body seemed to shimmer and waver into a different form... but perhaps it was merely Rong Er's tired mind that tricked her.