Eesa uses the sword to cut a piece off of the branch they were carving, which they use to start trying to splint the wounded ankle. The silver haired girl rubs her eye.
Girl: Uhn -- ouch! W-where?
Eesa: She's waking. Could you...?
Lorielle helps the silver haired girl sit up, and offers her a mug.
Lorielle: Now, now, drink this up for me, sweetie.
The silver haired girl takes a swig of the liquid, before gagging in shock. She coughs, hunched over.
Girl: What is that!?
Lorielle smiles, gently patting the silver haired girls back.
Lorielle: Just beer. It's all right, you're among friends now. I'm Lorielle and this is Ees-
The silver haired girl screams in pain, a shocked expression on her face.
