Conlan didn't sit up, instead he tilted his head up, so he could see Faer and the other elves talking.
"Makes sense that they know each other, I mean... we were kind of looking for the elves he came from right?" When Lillie asked if he could sit up Conlan nodded, and pushed himself to sitting. He was prepared to groan at the lingering pain, but there was none. Con looked disbelieving at his stomach, and patted down the armor.
"Well, I guess... I'm all better." He looked at Lillie with a grin. "Okay compromise, I promise no suicidal charges unless you feel like practicing you're "back from the dead" spell." Conlan pulled himself to his feet and looked around. The blonde elf had been rescued, and everyone was still alive. He looked to see if those people closest to him were okay, were injured by the fight, or just worn out. Ordhan was alright, Lalin, Azabeth. Jill and Lillie, Falina, Simon. When he looked over at Faer, he sucked in a breath.
The elder elf who had arrived didn't just know Faer, he was his father. Con felt a pang of jealousy, but quickly buried those feelings. He looked away, feeling as though their reunion wasn't something he should interrupt.