your love is gonna drown.

Harlyn was very careful as she climbed back out of the gorge.  She stopped every so often just to glance backwards over her shoulder to make sure that the fool behind her wasn't doing something stupid again.  Fortunately, he was not; in the end, they both made it again to level ground.  The druid breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped a few feet away from the edge of the cliff to safety.


She turned just in time to see the strange male pull himself up over the ledge.  Her head tilted slightly with concern as he dragged himself across the ground and admitted to not feeling so good.  Worried that she'd underestimated the severity of his wound, Harlyn hurried towards him with her head lowered and eyes trained upon his chin.  "Hold still," she said, silencing whatever other questions might have been upon his tongue.  In truth, it didn't look all too bad, however she certainly did not like him losing that amount of blood.

"Keep your chin pointed skyward and pray that the spirits do not leave your side," Harlyn advised him, "I'll be right back."  With that, she trotted swiftly towards the Heartwood just a few yards away from them to search out the herbs she needed.  She had just reached the edge of the woods when she turned briefly to shout back at him, "Chin skyward!" before disappearing between the trees.