Eolan sheathes his bastard sword and slides off his trusty mount and inspects Orlan's wounds. Looking to Hardin, he asks, "Can you prepare a poultice of soothing simples for Orlan here? I thank you," says the knight.
At Belisha's suggestion, the fiery-haired warrior scratches his chin and says, "Perhaps . . . " then he draws his sword again and strides into the lodge. Looking to the others, he will wait until they decide to follow him or not, then Eolan will knock at the door.