Phoenix Maplewood Here I dreamt I was an architect

I just realized, this is my 100th thread!

The soft whimper of sobs tore Reek's attention away from the stream and cause him to turn, gaze falling upon Scarlett's bloody form.  Of course, she was allowed to cry— she had been through the wringer, but Reek wanted to do everything within his power to soothe her aching spirit.  Truthfully, Reek had never been one to empathize with others and healing tended to be an impersonal thing, but Scarlett was a strange case. She was family.

"Shhhhhhhhh," he whispered while drawing away from the water and limping toward his patient. He leaned in close and gently nudged her with the bridge of his nose. "I need to get you up Thcarlett," Reek said softly, but there was a nervous jitter behind his voice; an uncertain warble.  Her wounds were grievous and there was only so much he could do.  "We need to wath you... we don't want infection to thet in, do we?"