Uh... Ow?

Triss didn’t make a habit of going too far from the pack, but ever since the incident in the Armada, she’d been a little anxious around water. Determined to desensitise herself, she started to take swims in the stream, going further and further each time. Forcing herself to adjust and overcome the worry that thrummed through her every time she stepped into the water.

This time, she followed the stream as far as the Veteran’s Plateau, and was tired and a bit chilly when she stepped out of the water. She was shaking herself out when a pained cry suddenly vibrated through the air. A familiar voice, and one calling out in pain. All thoughts fled her as her eyes widened in shock and surprise, and she was off!

Racing across the Plateau until she found the familiar, large form of her friend and general hero. She fell to her knees at his side, checking him over. He had painful looking blisters and burns around his throat. “Crux.” She croaked, her hoarse throat allowing a wheezed word out. It had started to show improvement, if slowly. He needed… he needed something to soothe his throat. Not to mention she needed to ensure he wouldn’t get an infection. What did she have on, and around her? Water, moss. She could start there. She pulled some moss from the stream, soaking it in the water before returning, and padding it around his throat. Once all the burn was covered in cool water, she tried to think of her next move. She wasn’t strong enough to drag him anywhere - and after Medusa’s order Which she was currently breaking She couldn’t call for anyone from her pack.


"Speech"