Dangers of the Mountain
To be clear, no unfriendly folks, please lol.
05-27-2020, 11:40 PM
She nodded as she took in the procedure, repeating what Paladin had said over a few times internally. It was a lucky thing that the man had escaped worse injuries, though she couldn’t say that she would’ve loved to have a broken bone, or several. The healer then identified himself as the man who’d helped pack the pouches in the armor Cairo had made for her. She managed a half-smile and a tail wag at the connection. “Malalia Fatalis,” she introduced herself. “And thank you. It was lovely.” It’d been a wonderful thing, seeing all the personal touches her friend had included in the armor. A frown tugged at the corners of her lips at the memory, starkly cheerful compared to the scene before her now. She’d have to thank him again when he woke up... Mal watched carefully as Paladin demonstrated how to wrap a torso with the help of his companion, taking the doeskin around his middle, diagonally around his torso, and then twice around again to finish it off. Malalia then took her place on Paladin’s side, weakly returning the Warlord’s smile. Once the business of getting Cairo into the wagon was done, the girl exhaled silently, her body suddenly hit with a wave exhaustion, and her head throbbing faintly. She chose to ignore the feeling, for the moment, and settled in the back of the procession. |