She blinks. She will never be accustomed to the idea of worlds where her people do not exist. "I am an Elf of Middle-earth."

She watches Frisk's movements with a sharp eye. "But you are still unwell. Humans are frail and need much time to recover from even small wounds. This I know. I have found few herbs that I know in this place, but still I may be able to speed your healing."

She rises. "Wait here. I will return."