The state of the woman's armor certainly testified to a deadly battle as it was crusted with dried blood and gore from her last moments aboard the Triton's Mistress. The leather appeared to be torn upon her arms, left shoulder, and upper chest instead of cleanly sliced - though the damage to the armor at her shoulder also had the clean cut of something sharp.

Still, the woman within that armor, though hungry, weak, and in dire need of a bath, was wholly, physically undamaged.

Elissa lowered the tip of the borrowed sword she was carrying and her face lit up when she realized it was her friend who followed the dead body. "Ban!" was her quiet exclamation as she moved to give him a quick and awkward hug. "I am so terribly sorry for what happened. Lenalee and I were... not ourselves. Have you seen her?"