Swiftcurrent Creek To Hold and Ocean

The creature outside shuffled as if taken aback by his rumbling; warned away, perhaps. But then there was a face silhouetted by the stars; it's eyes were a bright blue flash that he could see with the one eye that could still open, but it was blurry. It was confusing. His face turned and he pointed his nose towards the creature - only for it to turn familiar. The blue eyes were gone in the next second, replaced by the familiar contours of Tuwawi's face - her voice, gasping at the look of him.

"Tuwa-" Njal muttered, his teeth refusing to allow his tongue to function, for his pain made his muscles grit them tight. She breathed his name, the name only she knew, and it eased the apprehension and fear from him. But the pain remained. Even the tender touching she administered was not tender enough. He hissed a breath through those gritted teeth and pulled away from her; feeling the ache from his head reach down in to his neck, spoiling the muscles everywhere, or so it felt. Njal tried to relax. He tried to reach for her, shuffling carefully to accommodate her figure despite himself being the injured party. "-are you 'right?" He tried to query, but his northern accent coupled with the ache of his wound prevented proper speech.