There wasn't anything that Ellie wouldn't do for her family or friends, which of course were more or less considered part of her family despite the lack of blood ties. Some would say that this could be both her biggest strength as well as her biggest flaw, and maybe in a way, that might be true. But, Ellie never saw loving someone so much nor only ever wanting to do all that she could to bring a smile to the faces of those that she held so dear as a bad thing. Sure, perhaps those who were only out to take advantage of her kindness might dare to utilize that unfaltering loyalty to benefit them in some twisted way, but the way that she saw it, they would take what they could from her and leave. Maybe some of those girls she once used to be friends with but no longer called or texted might have been one of those individuals seeking only to leverage something from the honey-blonde woman, but if they even had taken anything from her aside from her time and kindness, she certainly had yet to notice. Not once had any of her valuables gone missing, though in the same moment there really wasn't too terribly much worth high monetary value that she kept or considered invaluable. The most important things to the young huntress were memories and photographs, and what could someone do with those? Not much, really. After all, her mother and father, they have long since gone from this life and into the next, and as far as Ellie knew, she and Lazarus were the last of the Darays. It was a heavy thought, imagining that there was no one else in the world to carry that once proud and strong name, one that has only ever stood for keeping the balance between natural and supernatural. It was up to Ellie and Lazarus to carry on the legacy left behind by their parents, the siblings entirely alone in the world, though only in that one singular sense. The young woman would argue that they weren't alone, that they had Donovan who was like a brother to them than only a friend. And upon moving to Sacrosanct, the huntress was adamant in believing that her family has only grown in size, expanding to reach around Vhal, Lani, Ludo, and yes, even Frost the not-so-friendly fellow with hair as white as her best friends and violet eyes that left her breathless. With luck, those bonds would only deepen as memories were made and adventures shared. She hoped to forge new friendships as time went on, and before long she would hardly be able to remember what it was like to have only her brother and Donovan. So, in Ellie's mind so often seeking the silver lining on her horizon, caring little for how naive or foolish she might sound to others, her family was only going to grow and that was enough for her.

Ever since she was old enough to remember, the honey-blonde had only ever wanted to make sure that those close to her heart were happy and well. It was hard to do that with Lazarus and Donovan, those two men practically one in the same for the most part, determined to sulk and brook or try and smother their troubles beneath burning liquor and empty whiskey bottles. While it didn't bother her too terribly much these days, it still certainly worried her on just how long either of them could continue to go down such a self-destructive path. Her mother had once told her that it would take more than bandages to heal a troubled spirit, but her brother would hardly even let her do that. And how she wished that he would see things differently, allowing her to help him with those black eyes and split cheekbones where she could. He knew of the effects that her gift had though and pushed the young woman away each time she would nearly beg for him to let her help. What good was her gift if she could not use it for the ones she loved? She'd discovered her gift of healing not long after her change a few days following her eighteenth birthday. It had mostly been unintentional, finding the injured dove whose wing had been broken when it flew into the impeccable glass of the Daray Estate. The honey-blonde had been sitting outside that summer day, reading one of her many favorite books in the shade offered by one of the oaks that grew on the rich soils of her parents' land. It had startled her at first, the girl having only just walked over the threshold of maidenhood and into womanhood and still growing accustomed to those heightened senses of hers, so the sound of the feathered creature colliding with that large window had caused her to jump a little. Naturally, her heart had broken for the struggling bird there on the ground, and she'd hurried over to pick up the small lifeform, Ellie being a lover of all things. So new were the powers coursing through the huntress's touch, that she'd hardly had to call upon them before the strange shift in energy around her sparked to life. It left her lightheaded, weak, and crumpling onto her knees due to the sudden rush of magic, a wave of nausea seizing her stomach then. But, in only moments, the dove no longer struggling in her hands nor did it call out in that pained voice. She sat there for a moment, attempting to shake off the sudden sickness before gently setting the creature down only to watch it fly away as though nothing had happened at all.

Her mother's words still linger in the back of her mind though, whenever she thinks of her brother and his terrible habits. She knew that he was looking for an escape, that he wanted it to all end. While he never spoke the words, Ellie knew that the death of their parents had affected him so much more than he let on. Of course, the young woman was certain he was only doing so to keep her from worrying, even if he didn't always say it in the nicest of ways. Maybe he was even trying to protect himself, having barricaded that part of his life in bars and chains at the bottom of that raging sea within the man, refusing to face the monsters lurking there and instead sought to drink until he passed out, the only reprieve he seems to have found after everything in their world had changed. It takes more than bandages to heal a trouble soul... She knew without a doubt that her mother meant so much more than just bandages. The older woman had meant temporary fixes, like the liquor Lazarus drank terrifying amounts of only to be left with little to no comfort from everything that he was trying to battle, the shadows dancing behind dark forest eyes foretelling of so much more than even Ellie knew to be there. All the whiskey and meaningless sex he so often partook in, it would stop working eventually. And the honey-blonde huntress feared the day that it did. She was not blind to how he had taken to working out tirelessly, the definition in those strong arms and chiseled chest of her brother only seeming to deepen and harden further as the days went by and he seemed to disappear more and more, often being gone clear until the morning sun had risen, returning sweat-slicked and exhausted. It was a healthier outlet, and for that Ellie was thankful, but still it seemed that her brother was fighting a losing battle. What she wouldn't give to be there for him, to help him through whatever it was that weighed on his broad shoulders like the weight of the world. And, in truth, she would walk through hellfire for even Vhal, her fiery best friend Lazarus couldn't seem to stand. She would do the same for Lani and Ludo, living for every smile that she could give them when they seemed troubled by something. And yes, even Frost she would move mountains for. It was simply how she was. Perhaps to some degree, it was because of her want to heal the wounds that bandages couldn't, and though she knows that her magic could do nothing for heartbreak or pure devastation, that didn't mean she couldn't try. Ellie was many things, but a quitter has never been one of them.

And so, even when that warning growl should have been enough to send her back-stepping away from the emitter of the sound, she only moves a touch slower, closer until she is hidden partly behind that tree and glacier blue eyes find a young man propped there against the bark of another tree, the metallic scent of blood brushing against the huntress's senses and nearly having her nose wrinkle in response. It was certainly a good thing she wasn't queasy, if anything the young woman has always been fascinated by those documentaries regarding veterinary practices as well as human procedures. At one point, the honey-blonde might have thought of a career as a doctor or veterinarian, but even her love of helping those who were hurt was still not quite as strong as her dream to make a difference in the lives of the newer generations. He gives another warning snarl, and for a moment, she wonders if perhaps she really should just let him be... But, he could be seriously wounded and need medical attention... Glacier blues meet deep earthen brown as they quickly study the young woman, Ellie's own keen senses able to sense the ease that seems to settle over the were who deems her unthreatening, which could not be more true really. She attempts the softest of smiles, something that was almost able to be considered shy which was hard to think the honey-blonde capable of, hardly bothered as he continues to watch her warily. If she were in his position, she would do the same no doubt! Although, needless to say, the huntress has never found herself in such a predicament. He does not reply to her quiet offer of help, which she also does not blame him for. She knew what she was, what he was, also entirely aware of the strife that existed between dark hunters and the other supernaturals, though she doesn't even think to consider herself lucky that he does not decide to try and make one last-ditch effort at chasing her off out of some fight or flight response. And, out of utterly good intentions to see if he were injured anywhere else aside from the shoulder he was bleeding from, her gaze falls down his defined torso only to widen when they discover his sheer lack of clothing save for the boxers. Immediately, she feels warmth rushing to her cheeks, her heart racing within her breast as she averts her gaze and an apology stammers from her plush lips. Just like that, the remaining tension in the air from the were seems to dissolve entirely, the honey-blonde turning her gaze back to his own to see those once narrowed eyes not giving her an almost amused or entertained look, the corners of his own lips shifting though it is not quite a smile. Which was probably a good thing, she didn't really know what she would do if he had a nice smile also...

Suddenly, her patience is rewarded as he speaks, brushing away her apology so casually, like this was how he met every young woman he's come across. His next words are emphasized and she clears her throat bashfully, determined not to let her gaze go wandering again for fear that they would become curious. How rude that would be! Not to mention, she's never seen a male in such little clothing. Even Lazarus wore sweat pants or cargo shorts before coming out of his room in the mornings. Or whenever he would awaken, that is. Thankfully, he turns his attention to her name she gives him."Daray", she answers easily, hardly hesitant to offer it to a stranger whose name she had yet to know. She doubted he would know it, considering the Darays have always been a small family, and now, with her parents dead and the council disbanded, the young woman was almost certain that only her and her brother were the last Darays alive. She contemplates asking for his name in return, unsure if now was really a good time for exchanging normal formalities when he was bleeding and practically naked. But, before she can make a decision on the matter, his gaze refusing to falter before glancing down to his shoulder and back up to her expectantly. Icy blues widen at his words, almost forgetting amidst the inner contemplation of proper manners that she'd offered her help."Oh! Of course. I'm sorry, I um, wasn't sure if you wanted help or not", she says then, her cheeks again beginning to grow warm as she starts to move from behind her "hiding place", but then he flashes her a smile and what he says next pushes her over that edge, those cheeks now likely a terribly obvious flushed hue, promptly dropping her widened and wildly flustered gaze, hands reflexively moving to run over the braid falling over her shoulder, focusing far too intently on the wound."Ummm, well.. No, I... don't think I'm into, um, that", she nearly whispers beneath the overwhelming bashfulness and unfamiliarity of what had just come out of his mouth, her words mostly mumbled. No one's ever talked to me like that! She moves over to where he sits, settling on the forest floor beside him, the warmth remaining in her lightly freckled cheeks as she tries not to think of how close she is to an almost completely naked guy. Just don't look anywhere but his shoulder.

Clearing her throat again, she attempts a breath to steady her racing heart, trying to get a grip on herself as she examines the wound. It was a bullet wound, likely made with one crafted of silver."Well, first thing is to get the bullet out... so, um, this might hurt a bit", she warns as she watches his face warily, reaching out her hands to his shoulder. She allows for her hand to rest gently over the wound as the huntress calls upon her affinity to numb the area first. This part hardly bothers her, and once she is sure that it will at least not hurt nearly as bad as it might have without numbing the area, dark lashes flutter closed over glacier blue eyes, visualizing the bullet as her magic seeks it within his muscle tissue. When it is found, slowly, she calls on her healing and with precision, the soothing energy pulls the bullet from his flesh. Opening her eyes and lifting her hand, she can now see the shining metal and reaches up her other hand to catch it at the silver falls from the wound it had created. At this point, the huntress is beginning to feel lightheaded, and the nausea starts pulling at her stomach, but she shoves the sensations away from her mind. She needed to focus. Thankfully though, it was only a bullet wound, small and simple. Placing her hand back over the wound and closing glacier blue depths once more, she calls upon the deepest parts of her affinity, and slowly the bleeding stops, the muscle and tendons torn begin to meld together again, and after a few more moments, the skin seems to stitch itself together. Finished, she pulls her hand away from him, blinking weakly as she sits there beside him, having to use her hands to keep herself upright from the lightheadedness as the forest seems to spin around her. Her stomach twists and flips, and she moves so that she is leaning against the same tree as the were, tilting her head back and closing her eyes once again from the nausea she waits to settle."There. It'll leave a scar, and you might want to take it easy with that shoulder, but you'll be perfectly fine after a few days", she says then, keeping her eyes closed as the sickness begins to ebb away. At least my recovery time is getting better. All she needed was a little more practice, and soon it would hardly take much at all for her to be able to perform small procedures like this one. After a while, eyes of early morning front finally open and glance over to the were beside her."How do you feel?", she asks him then, wanting to ensure that he didn't have any sort of side effect, either. She wasn't so sure she would be able to help with any sort of nausea or anything, having yet to practice on anything other than physical wounds. Plus, it was simply in her nature to concern herself with those she helped rather than her own wooziness, knowing perfectly well that it would be gone in a few more minutes.