The archer complies, laying flat down, which isn't much distance to travel seeing as he is already bent over in pain. Though the scrub grass is sharp and muddy he does not dare complain but does shut his eyes; whether in fear or anguish is impossible to say.
Urranian then tends to the two wounded soldiers, one of whom is beyond help and one whose wounds have not yet proven fatal. With bandage and delicate hands, the druid staunches the flow of blood, managing to stabilize the man though he remains unconscious. It would seem the Lodisians' captives now number two.