Rowan was attempting to calm down Frost while also making sure whatever attacked them was well and truly dead. Attempting being the key word in this situation.

Alvy witnessed this all with a pained expression. Poor horse, he was so scared and frightened. The woman seemed to have some odd magical aura on her that Alvaro couldn't pin down as one certain type of magical creature. Of course, Alvaro didn't know everything in this universe so this was an opportunity to learn a bit more. In fact, the woman's aura was rather weak, perhaps she didn't even know what she was. Maybe she didn't even know magic existed. In that case.. Alvy strained to hide his mark. This close to the magic borders made the whole thing rather troublesome. He should probably get the woman away from the borders before she got impaled by the guards or something anyways. With loud steps he walked into the clearing, the osprey watching it all nervously. "Hey um, do ya need some help there? I see all the blood and stuff and you're quite a bit a ways from the hum- I mean town." He seemed practically clueless to the fact that this could be taken as a threatening sort of thing. Since he was a grown man and she was a woman and they were alone. In fact, he wasn't even thinking about that, he was just worried about the horse.

Alvaro looked concerned for the horse, but also looked disgusted by the dead creature. He walked over to it and nudged it with his foot. The thing was dead and now he could see now what it was. "Manticore, filth." The man said under his breath. The creatures shouldn't have been that close to the boundary and he was worried about that.

Rowan was too worried about her horse to pay much mind to whatever the other looked like. She took the materials, and with deft hands applied the ointment to his cuts, and for the marks on Frost's legs, put on the ointment then wrapped the cotton around it. Rowan had had to splint her own broken leg before, and have had to do the same for others in the past. This was nothing new.

The osprey was now back on Alvaro's shoulder again. He had put away the leftover items in his bag and was now looking at the horse and human with a deep concern. Of course, this woman wasn't exactly a human but since he didn't know the word for her kind he was mentally just calling her human. "You shouldn't venture this deep into the forest. It's dangerous for most people, even if you are highly skilled in killing animals." He pointedly looked at the arrow that had killed the manticore easily. Alvy had not a single weapon on him. Kind of disproving his point. Though he seemed at ease, maybe a little tense, but otherwise he was calm.

Looking up at the trees around her, Rowan blinked hard once, than twice. "I've never gone this deep into it before..." she looked at the creature that was not normal, then at the man with a bird on his shoulder. "Magic," she whispered under her breath. Rowan knew of the magic in the world - why, her own mother had it! - and that there were stories of places filled with magic and mystery. This seemed to be one of them. "You are magic, too, then?" It wasn't so much of a question than a statement, for she was not deft and heard him whisper, 'Manticore' at the creature. "And this is a magic place. I've never been to one before." Frost nickered and Rowan found herself nodding with him, "My friend," she directed her words to the gelding, "You are quite a creature to evade that while I fumbled like a buffoon on your back."

Alvaro looked rather relieved and allowed his pointy ears and glowing mark to return with a deep sigh. His wings stayed hidden, just because that was something he had learned to hide long ago and it no longer made him tired to hide them. "Oh thank the gods. Hiding this thing was getting hard since it's so magical here. But yea, you're correct. This whole area of the woods is sparked with magical energy. It's quite dangerous for any normal human but then again, you're not normal. And you are no buffoon, any normal person would've fallen off their horse and either fled or gotten eaten. Neither of which are pleasant to think about. I must say, you took out that manticore rather easily, do you have a strength boost or something? Oh dear, sorry, I'm being rude. I'll shut up now." Alvy wasn't a social person. Talking was one of the few things he hadn't mastered and that was because he was to curious about everything to not ask question after question.

As the man - or creature, or whatever he was - began to talk, asking her questions, a frown appeared on Rowan's face. "Woah there. I'm a human. My mom was the magical one - all I got was her way with animals. I'm a healer as well though, and trained in that field. Want me to look at your bird?" Rowan was totally evading some of his questions, but hey? She had her right to privacy. Though, Rowan supposed since she didn't even know, it wasn't really evading.

Alvaro chuckled softly, thinking she was joking at first. Then realizing she wasn't. "You're definitely not human ma'am. I can see your aura. It's faint but I think that as you age you'll get more powers than you realize. Anyways, no, I can take care of Clem in my own home. Thank you for offering though, she appreciates it. Though she doesn't like you calling her a bird." He smirked a tiny bit and Clem gave a tiny chirp of agreement. Then she buried herself in Alvy's hair because she thought this woman was quite scary.