Adrift Without a Life Vest

Anthea. She gave her name, and Merc gave her paw a very careful pat. “We’ve got you, Anthea, I won’t let anything happen to you” he promised. They would have a lot to figure out later - what happened to her, where she had come from, and if there was somewhere she needed to get back to. Once she was a little more aware, he would ask her if he needed to let someone know she was okay. Until then, their priority was getting her back to the Castle in one piece.

“I’ll leave the procedure of letting him know to you” Mercury said. He’d watch to see how Gwyn approached it and brought Artorias in. So he would know in case he came across another injured soul in need of their help. He watched as Gwyn administered something for the pain and made a splint for the leg. “Pull her on my back, and let the splintered leg hang carefully to the side. That would probably cause her the least amount of pain” he suggested. Lowering himself down beside the injured wolf. Hopefully Gwyn would have the strength to hoist her onto his back. But he imagined as a healer this wouldn’t be the first patient she’d had to bodily move.


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