Oh Pooh... bear

Álarr shook his head, seeking to get a bit more of the blood and gunk off his fur and horns but he knew he'd likely need to clean himself. If he could find a good pool of water to dunk his head in that would help. How inconvenient! Still, he'd lived. This was a fight he'd be able to walk away from and it would certainly make a good story to tell his siblings when he finally made it back to Legion.

Heat rose to his cheeks at her words. Strong? Handsome? Bear slayer? He hadn't ever heard such things directed at himself. He was flattered but also relieved that she hadn't seen the fear that had been coursing through him during the battle. Even now he felt as if his limbs could start shaking again at any moment. He certainly didn't feel like a bear slayer, if anything he simply felt very lucky to be alive.

The woman introduced herself as Sylvia. "A pleasure!" His eyes again fell upon her wounds and he shrugged his pack off his shoulders. "I'm a healer as well as a fighter. Would you like any help with your wounds? It's the least I can do to return your help." He meant it to. It didn't seem right to let her go wandering off, bleeding as she was. She asked him what he'd done to piss of the bear and he shrugged lightly before shaking his head.

"Just bad timing. I was gathering some honey and beeswax and I guess the bear didn't feel like sharing."