Most of the tense looks that he received, Dolain didn’t register into his thoughts. He did not care what the others thought at the moment. Not now, when the heat of walking into the skirmish was still burning in his blood. He watched the larger shem that seemed to be the authority of the group as the man let out a loud outburst in reaction to the arrow. The elf could see anger well up in the shem as the man began walking towards him. Dolain’s muscles stiffened and his hand went to his bow. He didn’t take the weapon off, but he made it clear he could in a second.
Guess I should have shot it through his head so he wouldn’t have to worry about walking, dirty shem Dolain thought to himself, using all his willpower not to shout back as the shem came closer to him on the way to the injured shem. Even though the shem turned at the last second to avoid colliding with the other, Dolain took a few quick steps to the side as if expecting a punch to be thrown by the other. He glowered at the shem’s back, watching the man go over to some shem girl.
Dolain quickly looked away, bringing his attention to the female elf suddenly appearing into the clearing. His eyes widened as he saw the fury upon Lalin’s face. He straightened his posture and brought back his shoulders, trying to show his own confidence about his actions towards her. She might be angry, but she should understand. It might not be clear to the others, but it was quite clear to Dolain that this battle was one with a clear line divided between knife-ears and shem. He had been involved with enough fights to see what such a particular struggle looked like. Dolain expected Lalin to realize this as well.
He frowned when he heard her command to heal everyone, including the shem, with magic. Giving the shem time to use their own resources to heal their members was one thing, but encouraging magic to heal such people. Dolain clutched as his bow even more, the anger simmering in his mind. He threw a glare towards the mage Qunari before looking away. His face flushed, giving away his angry thoughts towards what was taking place.
Despite his disagreement with her decision, he did feel a small moment of pride towards Lalin having taken an authoritarian position in the group. Dolain was accustomed to using aggression to make his authority known, but Lalin already proved to be different and he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised by the female. Only time would tell if such a strategy actually worked in the long-run. Perhaps it was different in official organizations like the Wardens, perhaps all that was needed to gain respect was some fancy ceremony and title. Lalin did not have to fight for the position of leader, it was given to her and all she had to do was sound confident enough to give orders that would be followed regardless of other opinions, more or less.
Dolain felt anxious being next to Davin as Lalin spoke to him. He glanced around at the elven bodies upon the ground, trying to spot one that may be still alive but just injured. The elf didn’t know much about healing, but perhaps he could help by finding one that was still breathing. He began to wander off slowly. As he heard Davin’s soft voice, he paused before looking at one of the elven bodies that laid at his feet. He tilted his head, gazing at the body that Davin pointed at. Dolain could barely make out whatever Davin was whispering to Lalin, but he wondered why the elf would be pointing at a body while doing so. The body was obviously dead... perhaps he had something important on him. Dolain didn't know.