OCC: Alexia, I hope you are recovering well from the car accident. Regarding your post, we're glad you're back, and understand all too well that real life interferes with the best fantasies we can create.
Having said that, I want to say I was a bit puzzled by your post of May 12, which seems to have you riding on Tethon's back, rather than having arrived in Klaatu's cave "just in time for dinner", as it were. Did you miss the various posts of May 9th, 10th, and 11th?
I will post tonight as if you were at the cave, per the posts of May 10 and 11. If I have missed something, please let me know and I'll scrap or fix the following post...
While he held out his hands, Klaatu looked at the elf girl lying on the floor as she murmured "Why are we running?" and he said, "Sounds like she's not quite with us, with us?" Seeing no objection from Tethon, he took her hands in his, palm to palm, and grew silent. He concentrated for a few moments as he sensed her chemistry, then said, "She was poisoned, yes.... The humans' usual poison in this land; a mixture they extract from certain roots, certain roots." Looking up at Tethon, he asked, "and someone, you?, provided her with an antidote..." Not waiting for a response, he looked at her again and went on, "This is easily corrected, easily."
Still holding her left hand in his right, the little fundimentalist put her right hand down briefly on the floor, and placed his left hand over his heart for a few seconds, then picked up her right hand again. He concentrated. A full minute went by, in total silence. Not even the sound of his breath could be heard.
A warm tingling sensation flowed through her left hand, up her arm, through her whole body, and back out her right hand.
He put both of her hands down and looked up. "Wake up, young lady. I have helped your body rebalance itself. You should feel much better now." Looking at them both, he said in a serious tone, "I am not the best of my people at healing. Serious wounds always take time, although I can help them along. But rebalancing the fundimentals of simple blood problems like poison is an easy matter, an easy matter for us, especially when the fundimentals of an antidote have already been introduced. And a good meal can't hurt, can't hurt."
He stood up. "Let's have some dinner, some dinner, shall we? Then we can talk. And where are the others? They were welcome to come here as well. I could use their help. If they follow here but stray too far from our path, they may encounter my traps, my traps. My son and I have not lived here for six years unmolested without cause."