It was soft, warm, her body ached, but nothing like it had before. Perhaps the beating she had received was merely a dream. Or perhaps she was still there the man in white robes just dulling her wounds. She feared opening her eyes; she didn't want to be there, she didn't want to continue that torture.

"Open your eyes mon. Your safe." The voice was gruff, and yet gentle, she had heard it before. When, she couldn't quite remember, but she knew that the voice had passed her ears once before. She slowly opened her eyes, as if testing, that if the view was not to her liking, she could close them, and possibly change the outcome. She heard a chuckle, and as she opened her eyes, she saw she couldn't see a spec of sand anywhere. No humans, no maces, no blood, none of it. What she did see was a large red room, decorated with very troll like masks and wall paintings. Her body was covered with a large blanket, and she lie in a hammock, which was not like the beds in her home land, but were still a very welcome feeling. She began to pull her body, in an attempt to sit up, get a better look at her surroundings, but was stopped by a very large hand on her, what she now realized, bare shoulder. As she followed the green hand up the large muscled arm, what caught her eyes first were the large tusks. Seeing few trolls in her homeland, it was an odd sight, but what was more odd, was the fact that the trolls she had seen, always had such short tusks. She wondered why he kept his long, and painted as well, as a red stripe ran around the large tusk. As her green eyes continued the travel, she soon found herself looking into the face of a very handsome troll. His features rough and hard, from battle more than likely, but holding a gentleness, at least towards her at this moment. His eyes matched the green hue of his skin, though seemed a few shades lighter, almost matching her own glowing ones.

"Relax mon, you took quite a beatin'." He smiled at her, as she let herself be gently guided by the hand on her shoulder to the hammock below her. "You're lucky I found ya, when I did. Much longer and you woulda been dead." Taking a large breath, she reveled in the lack of burning in her lungs, but noticed the sharp sting in her chest all the same. Find that her lungs worked, it was time to test her voice, hoping to put to words all of the questions she had in her mind.

"How did you find me," she asked, turning her head on the soft pillow below her head, for the first time realizing her red hair, normally in a ponytail, lay sprawled along the pillow.

"I had heard of Alliance dogs in the area, and went to see what trouble they be causin'." Her eyes traveled as she spoke, once again settling on his long tusks, her fingers itching to feel them, but knowing the curiosity would probably not please her savior. She quickly snapped her view up to his eyes as he heard the low chuckle he emitted.

"Never seen some this long elfie," he asked, staring her down with a grin plastered on his face, as he leaned his head closer to her, his tusks very easily within reach now. She quickly turned her head on the pillow, looking towards the wall to her right, as she felt her face flush at being caught. This only made his laughter increase, as did her embarrassment. She heard a scrape, and recognized the sound as the chair he must have been sitting on, slide along the floor. She turned her head experimentally towards him again, just as he was returning with a bottle of red sloshing liquid. From the way it moved in the glass container, it appeared to be thick, and she was dreading what she knew was to come. "Can ya sit up a bit, for me mon?" As he slid his hand under her, and began to push her up, a clear sign that even she had wanted to continue laying, she couldn't have. She cringed as she felt the pain her chest tighten, and constrict, her breathing become a bit more difficult again. He pressed the glass to her lips, and the smell instantly overwhelmed her. She jerked her head back, and like a child with medicine scrunched up her nose. This earned another hearty chuckle from the troll, as he used his strong hand on her back, to keep her from scooting away farther from it. She cast a pleading glance up at him, but just as it had not worked on the man in white robes, neither did it work on this troll. "It'll help," he calmly said, as he put the glass back up to her lips. She scrunched up her nose again, but did not move away, though the smell alone was making her slightly gag. She cast a sidelong glance at the troll, to see he was grinning the entire time, obviously finding this display comical.

"Don't let it sit in your mouth, you'll never get it down mon." She nodded, and parted her lips a bit, attempting to steel herself for the worst. Indeed he was right in giving her the warning, the liquid was sticky, warm, and thicker than razormane blood. Yet as she swallowed, she found her whole body reacting, to the strange liquid. The aches beginning to ebb away slightly, and her body giving in to a warm sensation coursing into her veins. As she was so engrossed in her thoughts of this, she had barely noticed that was being eased back down to a laying position, the firm hand on her back slipping back out from under her, once her head had hit the pillow. The large hand going to her face to gently slide some of her red hair out from in front of her eyes. "Rest now." It was a firm order, not to be debated, but at the moment, she was not in the position to argue, as she already found herself beginning to flow in and out of sleep. As she watched him stand she tested her soft voice once more.

"Thank you," she said, and was rewarded by a warm smile, and a wave of his hand. As she let herself succumb to sleep.