Just a little change

The proximity to someone else should have made him uncomfortable, but there were probably at least a dozen social cues that Ivy failed to pick up on. He’d become a recluse and a hermit before the age where such things were acceptable, and maybe that made him a bit strange. Stone Steppe, that sounded about right… he’d really made it this far already? How long had Ivy even been traveling at this rate? Did any of that matter anymore? He pushed the questions from his head.

Hunting accident. That made sense in his mind. “Are you on your own?” She couldn’t hunt in this state. Judging by the severity of the wound, Ivy could only guess she had a concussion too. If she was alone out here, he couldn’t see things going all that well for her. Though direct, his curiosity isn’t unkind. As he lifted the chunk of bloodied moss from her head, Ivy noted that it was still oozing blood. Cami dropped a sticky chunk of pine bark in the snow to his side, and he glanced up to nod once in her direction. “I don’t have the supplies to stitch it up, but some of the pine resin should hold it closed well enough… but it won’t be comfortable, at least until it’s dry.” Ivy’s tone was apologetic. Uncomfortable was an understatement, but it was the best he could do out here