" Technically, it`s not." He smoothly slips out of her grip and runs away at a pace that would wear out any other elf. But he has had two centuries of stamina training.
He uses a bit of elven magic to heal her back so that she can keep her decency, and puts her arm in a cast with some special herb salves that he invented.
"What happened? I remember chasing you, slipping, then nothing." She puts her uninjured hand to her head. A flash of blue can be seen through a tear in the leather.
Balron sat alone in the library. You must work more. Can't keep failing the fight. Strike them down! And you must learn your history, the legends, anything you can.