Blood Trail

Tornach didn't understand Regulus' words for a moment as he greeted him - not because they were in the old tongue, because Tornach still spoke it as fluently as he did the common, but because they simply made no sense. He eyed Regulus uncomprehendingly, until the meaning finally caught up to him. His stomach turned, throat tightening as though he would retch, but outwardly he didn't allow how much the very idea made him feel ill. The woman needed him to show only calm, to be soothing, not to lose his composure... but he could not begin to comprehend why anyone could do such a terrible act.

He did take a deep breath to loosen the sudden knot of tension in his chest before he turned his face back towards the female and crouched at her side. "Marina? I will try to be careful but there may be some pain as I examine you and move you around. I'm sorry."

With the soft apology spoken he got to work checking her over, carefully touching and straightening each limb and noting her reactions, sniffing at wounds and gently pressing against her flesh, listening to her heart, her breathing, touching her nose and pawpads gently to feel her body temperature, checking her eyes and nodes.

Finally he sat back thoughtfully, making a list of what he would need, before glancing around. He was startled to see they'd been joined by a young male, whose coloring would have given him away as Marina's son even had she not warned them in advance. The creature beside him was, apparently, a devil, as per Marina's earlier explanation. Tornach glanced at it swiftly, wishing he had the time to satisfy his curiosity over the unfamiliar creature, but his mind was already consumed in his task and there was only room to make a vague note to himself to observe it more closely later.

Trotting to another part of the barn, he rummaged for a moment in one of the strange metal bins there and unearthed his wound care bundle, then added what he'd need for infection and broken bones to the pile. Carrying the bundle carefully he set it down near the Marina and seated himself to explain her condition. "I'm afraid your wounds have gotten a bit infected so they'll need to be cleaned and poulticed to draw it out. You have a fever as well that we'll treat separately to keep you comfortable. The biggest issues are your right front ankle and your left rear leg. The ankle is broken, and I'm afraid the rear leg is in pretty rough shape. We'll have to treat the infections and immobilize both legs completely for a while to give them a chance to heal."

To Marina he added gently, "Are you all right to continue so I can start treatment right away? I know you're probably hurting right now."