so this is home

He almost lifts a paw to push her back down. She didn't need to be straining herself in her state, but he resists. Instead, his expression steels as his eyes drift to her. Would he admit that he was not experienced with these things? That was difficult for him. There is hesitation as he lifts the supplies he has procured. "No." There is a hardness in his tone as he looks away from her. "Just hold still," Gil nearly speaks through clenched teeth. He knows if he fucks up, she could be three-legged soon. His nose wrinkles as he shifts to be closer to her injured ankle.

In the next moment, Urtur is by his side. His always faithful companion. As always, the wolverine is tender, movements sure and confident as he gently lifts the girl's leg so that Gil can place a piece of thin plastic against the break. Where he found it, well, on the isle of course. Items left over from those who came before were littered all over the place and proved to be useful. Gingerly he wraps the bandage around her broken ankle while Urtur holds the plastic in place. Once it is secure, he leans back and glances at her other wounds.

A noise rustles in his throat as he shifts through the bag. Gil pulls out a bundle of herbs that he can only assume will help with her pain and nausea. Holding it out to her, he won't take no for an answer. "Urtur will fetch water to help," he says after she takes the herb bundle from him. "There is not much else we can do," he adds on as he finalizes that her bleeding has indeed stopped with a gentle touch of his paw to the bandages that cover her hip and then her head. "The herbs should help," his voice is strained in a way that he doesn't often sound.

"speech"