A sexy wood elf (his POV)

Nathan kept his sidearm focused on her as she emerged from the thick underbrush. The first thing he saw was her long golden hair, followed by her pointed ears, she was clearly an elf. She wore a dark green dress with a gold trim that exposed both her shoulders and cleavage and barely covered her ass along with a pair of knee high sandals. Her style of dress was much different from the elegant jeweled gowns of the high elves the crew of the Ithaca had become familiar with. He surmised that she was one of the wood elves the team had set out to make contact with. She was beautiful but he could see fear in her blue eyes. He couldn't lower his weapon, she was carrying a bow and her arrow was nocked into the bowstring, despite her overwhelming beauty she was still a tactical threat.

" Drop your weapon." He was barely able to get out the words before he went into a coughing spell. He was wounded, coughing blood and every passing second his pistol felt heavier and heavier in his hand. If she were to charge at him now she may be able to take him out.

" You need help." She said. She placed her arrow back in her quiver and dropped her bow. Nathan let his pistol fall out of his hand, he couldn't hold it anymore. She rushed over to him. She held his face in her hands and began whispering words he couldn't clearly make out. There was a sincerity in her eyes that comforted him, then there was something else in her eyes. A glowing blue colored character appeared in her pupil's as she continued chanting. Her hands felt warmer and warmer pressed against his cheeks. Before he could ask what she was doing, Nathan drifted into sleep.