The Heartwood Running down the halls

Much to her relief, he didn't prevent her from applying the moss to his wounds. He winced, despite her attempt to be gentle, and the healer looked up at him. I'm sorry, she quietly soothed between applications, wishing she could take his pain on herself. She worked silently and quickly for a few moments, wanting be done causing him more discomfort. Her eyes found his again and were filled with only gratitude. Thank you for helping me. I could not have dealt with that wolf on my own, she said as she finished up. She wasn't sure what would have happened had he not shown up, but she knew she didn't trust that woman at all. 

He spoke no disagreement with her suggestion to get out of this place. The empath anxiously watched him pull himself to his feet, gladly catching him when he faltered and fell on to her side. He was heavy, but she wouldn't let them stay here any longer and possibly be exposed to further danger. She gave him unwavering aid, as she slowly helped him walk from the eerie forest, hoping to make it home before she exhausted all of her strength. She too was worried about what awaited them back on the mountain. What if they banished her from the pack for this? He was the alpha's son, and she had gotten him badly injured. It was something that would plague her thoughts for their entire journey, but she would deal with whatever was coming her way as long as she just got her protector home safely.