Getting Up
10-18-2015, 01:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-18-2015, 01:11 PM by Hiraeth.)
Hiraeth let out a sigh and was thinking about finding a place to rest his head for the night when suddenly something rose from the water in front of him, making him backpedal a bit. Then he realized it was a woman, and she seemed to be terribly off balance, so the man hurried forward to catch her before she could fall to the sand. "Fod yn ofalus, cariad..." he said gently, helping her regain her balance. Then she spoke and he cleared his throat, making the transition to English.
"No harm done, milady," he said with a smile. Then he noticed the wounds she bore and his eyes widened. "Are you okay?" He wanted to help the poor woman, but he had no knowledge of healing or tending to wounds, even though he had experienced his fair share. In the past there had always been shamans present to fix him up after a battle, so he had never learned what needed to be done. |