Jade Fern Grove Command me to be well

Andalusia backed away from the injured one, satisfied with the work she and her grizzled companion had done. The question remained, however, as to who had been angered enough to inflict his wounds. Her gaze sharped against the extent of damage littered across the young man's body. Andalusia would have probed the boy if the grizzled man hadn't cared to ask the same questions that concerned her thoughts, but it seemed she and the loner were of the same mind.

"I'd like to know that as well," she added, and cast the other loner a glance before she returned her gaze to the boy's face. If there was a pack to avoid, she'd rather learn second-hand than through a beating like this herself. Her eyes fell to the wound on his neck - the deepest and most concerning. "These wounds were obviously made to kill you." Her voice was grim, and she hoped they hadn't made a mistake in saving the boy. No one killed without reason, yet until the boy gave them one, she would try to give him the benefit of a doubt.