Xi’nuata was tense as if she were the one undergoing the medic’s inspection. She held her breath as Dawa surveyed her patient with care, minding her wounds and announcing the sprain of her leg. Rather than reply outside, she let the unknown female’s whines suggest her conscious state. The female was awake though barely by the look of it. Her lids growing heavy in intervals until a wave a pain due to shifting bid she awaken. And each time her agony was made apparent, the warrior felt her own body ache as though she were in pain herself. She could not imagine the pain that came from a fall.
Without hesitation, she aided in the rise of their patient without question. Looking to Zombie for her readiness, the pair applied pressure to either side to assist in the pale wolf’s movement. Xi’nuata remained at the side of her sprained leg, doing what she could to take both their weight to alleviate her pain. Her steps were careful, though there was an urgency in her pace to get the female to the resting place. She followed Dawa to secluded ground, keeping her eyes fixed on the crooked tail ahead rather than the blood of the other’s pelt. But the image of vibrant red against white was permanently staining. She hoped that in due time, the blemish would be washed away to reveal only the pristine clarity again.
Entering the refuge, they were quick to place the female on a dry bed of sorts, no doubt a workable station for their resident medic to tend to her patient. The warrior remained close, watching over the pale woman til Dawa came near or she was dismissed to be of use elsewhere. |