Not my day

Though the confusion remained there in her eyes, the stranger at least seemed to be more alert now, which Corbie thought must be a good sign, and claimed to be capable of walking to the barn where they'd meet Alarr. Which was good, because she would be a lot for Corbie and Ren to manage if she wasn't able to. "We need nothing in return," she assured the injured stranger. "Your recovery is what is important now." Ayer finished tying off the bandage holding the gauze in place over the wound, inspecting her work before nodding and scrambling back to Corbie's back. Corbie glanced over the bandage herself. It gave the stranger a bit of a rakish look, but it should do until Alarr could do a more thorough inspection. "If you can manage now, it would be better to get you there so you can heal." She offered the stranger her shoulder to brace herself on. A new member, albeit maybe a temporary one, but she didn't even know the woman's name yet. Well, it was something that could wait until the stranger could think without pain.