why does it always have to a bear?

Just as she was about to retaliate against the mother bear, a piebald form launched from the shadows toward the bear's rear. The mother bear roared in anger, spinning to meet the brute as the duel began. In any other situation, Bramble would have helped. Would have jumped in to help save the day, but unadulterated fear seemed to take ahold of her. Flashbacks from the first and second time she had been attacked and subsequently mauled by bears washed over her wide eyes and quiet pants. Keeping herself backed against the tree, safely out of the way, she tried to reason with her brain. She was a trained fighter of the Hallows, their fucking Envoy! If she couldn't hold herself against a bear, was she even worthy?

As the self-doubt began to sink in, her knight turned to see if she was okay. When she met those blue and pink eyes, she felt something flutter in her chest. How he so willingly, selflessly, jumped in to save her, risking his life to ensure she was safe while still taking on the bear meant more than she was to realize in that moment. The meeting of their eyes would be fleeting for the sound of his agonized cry and retaliation as blood began to pour down his shoulder had Bramble finally snapping into action.

Rushing forward as the mother bear and her cubs receded into the depths of the grove, she looks to her savior with concern. His shoulder was ripped to shreds and bleeding far faster than she liked. While her healing knowledge was slim, she at least knew enough to understand that he needed help now.

"It's no good at all," she agreed, clicking her tongue behind her teeth as she shouldered the brute's weight against her own dire sized body. "Considering I am princess and Envoy to the castle, I should know the way," Bramble teased, humor in her turquoise eyes as she kept talking in an attempt to keep him awake. "As brave as that move was, sir, one really shouldn't just go jumping in front of bears," her chastising was light hearted as they moved through the grove, across the grassy plain, and through the garden up the steps to the front of Hearthstone. Moving as quickly as she could get the man to move with blood drizzling down his leg, Bramble rushed him into the infirmary.

"Lay here, don't move," Bramble ordered him as she deposited him onto one of the cots before leaving his side. In a flurry, realizing that the healers had yet to awaken and retreat down into the infirmary, Bramble grabbed a med pack and returned to his side. "It'll hurt, but these should help." Her voice is tense as she crushes up some sort of drug into a bowl of water until it became a thick mush to make it easier for him to swallow. Pushing it toward his mouth, she started to work on his wounds. Grabbing wads of wool, she packs the wound and presses down as hard as she can to try and staunch the flow of blood. "Don't sleep. Try to keep your eyes open. Focus on, uh I don't know, me or the window, whatever. Just keep talking. Tell me your life story if you need to," she instructs him as sweat forms beneath her fur. Her heart races, thundering in her chest as blood begins to cover her paws.

"Can someone HELP!?" Bramble shouts into the open doorway, hoping that anyone, someone was close enough to assist. "I think the blood has almost stopped," she murmurs more to herself than to him. "Silly, silly boy. Who takes a swipe from a bear for a measly princess, hm?" Turning those watery turquoise eyes to him as she continues to try and stop the bleeding, she smiles softly.

"Bramble Carpathius"