now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em [DM]

Álarr kept close watch of the fight, resisting any urge to intervene. Instead he focused on the injuries Sparrow was accumulating and made note of what he had in stock with him and back at Avalon. He did not bring a means to carry her back but with her allies assembled it wasn't out of the question to rig up a travois and get her escorted to safety. He was almost certain she would win, yet still there was a touch of doubt. If he had to leap in for revenge he would certainly do so though he didn't have the inclination to be so kind. He'd rip the woman apart piece by piece before slaying her.

Soon the battle came to its conclusion with Sparrow the victor and Álarr breathed a gentle sigh of relief. He shrugged his pack off and started digging as she set about disassembling the corpse. He knew better than to interfere and as she wandered over to say she needed a drink he smirked. "Great, glad to hear. Drink this." He scooted a bowl toward her filled with a meadowsweet tincture made from white wine. "Its a bit bitter but it will help with the pain."

He looked over to the pirate leader as the man asked if they could stop by Avalon and he nodded. "Certainly, Sparrow is like a sister to me, I doubt Corbie would deny aid." And to be frank, he intended to tend to Sparrow regardless of what anyone said.

Álarr turned back to Sparrow. "I have some ointment to help with the bleeding, pardon the sting." Without waiting for her reply he attempted to start applying a poultice of yarrow and avens root which would stem the bleeding and help prevent infection. His raven stood nearby with strips of hide bandages to keep the poultice in place.