your love is gonna drown.

Even in a situation like this, the man still kept his sense of humor.  Harlyn wanted to find it admirable, but she did not like how much blood he'd lost and would remain nervous for him until she was certain the poultice had done its work.   She leaned down to help him up, then allowed him to lean his weight against her as they walked slowly towards the stream.


She gave him a sidelong glance as he asked about the remedy upon his chin.  He didn't seem to be the type that would be interested in healing.. However, he did seem to be the type that would get himself injured often, so perhaps it was self-awareness that inspired his curiosity.  Nevertheless... "Agrimony and yarrow," she replied, "The former to staunch the bleeding, the latter to help your skin heal."  She kept her eyes upon the terrain as she spoke to him, making sure to avoid any potential pratfalls.  The last thing she needed was for him to trip and split open his skull next.