things can really get rough when you go it alone

The sadness and panic in the mans bloodied features broke Iolaire's heart. He spoke what she assumed was the deceased woman's name. Iolaire placed a paw gently upon the brute's side and fought to make his gaze meet her own. "She's gone." It wasn't easy news to relay, but she felt that he knew it already. It just needed to be said aloud to be made into reality.

Iolaire began going over his injuries, assessing each one and formulating a plan to begin the healing process. The wounds upon his face were deep and would leave scars. She would try to make them minimal, however. His shoulder would be an issue. She wouldn't be able to set it until Sirius arrived. It would take a great amount of strength and the dainty woman just didn't have it in her.

Moving through her pack. Iolaire took out a few squares of soft doeskin. She began gently cleaning the blood and grime from the man's facial wounds. They were deep indeed. For now, she could put a protective salve upon them that would shield them from the dust of travel. They had to get him out of here, after all. With the darkness of the cave and the somewhat sandy bottom, it wouldn't be easy.