These Quiet Moments

Caedes observed her from a distance as she wandered through the clearing of The God’s Garden, she looked so peaceful, meandering about as she explored the new terrain with its bountiful plant life. He too was filled with intrigue at the rarer herbs strewn about, and as he plucked a small cluster of  Agrimony he nearly crushed it as he heard a hiss of pain. His skull whipped upwards with emeralds ablaze, concern coursing through him as he recognized the urgency in Mariah's movements. There was no threat, but she was applying pressure to her wrist, her attention frantic as she looked around herself.

Without hesitation, Caedes bounded from his position, his healer's instincts kicking into action - his plucked herb still clenched within his jaws. Approaching Mariah with purposeful strides, he assessed the wound with a practiced eye, his expression focused yet calm as he dropped the herb at her side. "Let me see," He murmured softly, his voice carrying reassurance as he examined the injury.