"AH!" The sound of a voice, soft and startled. Footsteps approaching where you're downed. They don't sound human; there's a plap-plap-plap embedded within the footfalls, as if multiple limbs are striking at once. A hand, or something like one, reaches out to touch you. Soft and warm and boneless. "Goddess, what *happened* to you? Where's your party?" Rustling as the owner of the voice looks around. "Poor thing, can you even hear me..?" Now something cool is touching you. Cool, narrow, and sharp. It lines itself up against your wrist like an IV line, though it doesn't pierce the skin. Not yet, at least. Something thicker and warmer at the seam of your pants, investigative. A third, strange and tingly, tracing over your shoulder with a glitter of magic. "Okay. Okay. Definitely still alive. Responsive to a basic healing spell, but that won't be enough. Given how surface-dwellers are I really should ask before doing anything more intensive, let alone if this one needs a Reconfigure but...okay. Please, if you can respond, give me some kind of sign? I can nurse you back to health, and I'm going to, but. Uh."