She pulled the horse
over in the middle of the patch of moonlit grass and got out of the saddle. She
searched for some cloth in her packs and after a while fished it out from among
their supplies. Then, she proceeded to inspect the wound. Or at least locate
it, given the amount of light shining on them.
Suddenly, it struck
her. She turned the horse to face the way they came from.
'What did you that
for? Have you forgotten something?', a confused Alvaren asked.
'No', she replied,
'I'm trying to see the wound in the moonlight. It was covered in shadow over
there.'
It looked just as one
would think it would - a not fully healed and then reopened cut on the hip. It
stopped bleeding, but looked dirty and more than likely infected. Luckily, he
should make it to the city. They would get help there. If they make it over
there.
Bandaging it this late
made little sense, but it was to make him feel better rather than help
directly. That's what caring for others does, mostly. She carefully tied the
piece of cloth around his hip, trying her best not to hurt him. It didn't do
much though, as whenever she slid the cloth behind the hip, she saw him flinch
in the corner of her eye. Either way, when she finished a knot at the side of
the wound, he looked grateful.
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