It was a bloody battle, and Meredith found her hands full- quite literally, as the number of wounded grew and grew. The Elfess had separated herself from the other healers, who worked better as a team, preferring to remain solo- For she needed only herself, coupled with the fact magic was still treated with hesitation and disdain from those who practiced the traditional methods.

She had just been wrapping a soldier's leg when she saw Leopold and Jared go flying, having looked up by pure chance. Meredith watched as they arched across the field, crashing into a group of fleeing Kathar. She paused, processing what she had just witnessed before scrambling to finish the wrappings, offering the soldier a quick apology before practically sprinting to where she thought they had landed. Weaving through groups she went, frantic- She was not only fearful of the force of the impact, but rather those they had landed in. There was also the terrifying thought of being ambushed while trying to rescue them- She could put all three of them into stasis, but who would find them? Despite her plaguing fears, she pushed on and kept running until she found them. 

To her amazement, they weren't captured, though the Kade was found to be in less than ideal condition, while Leopold seemed to be in practically unharmed at the Kade's expense. She hurried to help, guiding the two away from the conflict and using her Valeia wings as a shield when necessary. While she couldn't heal either of them to a great degree, she did cast enough to get them walking- Enough to get them away from the danger zone and back to safety. Only when they returned could she finally relax- that marked her act of bravery for the year.

One thing was sure to the elf. When she returned home, there awaited one large pot of tea with her name on it.