The Mendacium woman gives pause, catching sight of his eyes opening in the darkness. It is their small light, the pain she sees within them, that causes a frown. For a second Nirvana hesitates. He is suffering, and, truthfully, she has limited healing knowledge. Would it be more merciful to end his life? To end his turmoil? She is not above doing such a deed if necessary and yet... something about this stranger, and the pain he feels… it is beyond the physical pain of his injuries. His gaze speaks of a broken heart, a broken soul, barely hanging on to this realm of the living. Maybe he is hoping for death, but it will not come tonight.
Reaching for her cape, the woman pulls it over her head. He will not die here, of that she is certain. She will tend to his wounds with basic first aid, get him water and food, but first she needs to get him out of the darkness of this tomb. The consequences of her actions regarding her cape to come would be nothing compared to saving a life. And this one… something within Nirvana insists she take him. She will not allow him to simply give up and die. If he had been meant for death, she would not have found him alive.
“Going to be a bumpy ride, hun. But you're not staying here.” There is more confidence in her tone, mind made up. She moves behind him, and taking what care she can, grabs the small man’s scruff. Her hold is firm, but she does not seek to break skin as she begins to pull him onto her cape. Thankfully the feathers merely decorated the hide beneath… under him she was certain it would hold. Once he is on the cape she curls the extra length up over his body. Warmth. Comfort. That is where her mind goes. Determination flares within Nirvana as she then moves to the front of the cape where it had crossed over her chest. She takes the material in her maw, biting down on the fluff that lines it as she takes a firm grip. Here she went, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
