As the group continued to assault the wisp with their blades and arrows, Ayden kept an eye on the scout and saw him take another painful blow to the chest from the wisp's attack.
Almost to the point of abandoning his hopes of striking it, Ayden watched as the Morninglord's son placed his hands on Dunstand to heal him and knew that at least for the moment, the scout was not in too dire of danger.
~We must press swiftly and surely...guide our strikes Uncle, I beg of thee for thine help...~