Wild Berry Meadow ludus

Alive but clearly injured, and he hadn’t even the slightest of clues as to how he might assist. Never had he dabbled in the art of medicine before, and so he knew not even how to tell what was wrong for sure, let alone fix her. Yet, his services had been offered anyways, expecting for her to have the necessary knowledge to make things better again. And as she spoke, looking upon him then, he’d known that he’d have to honour his offer. Even if it turned out that she was unaware of what to do, he would find someone that could lend their services to the both of them. “I will help,” he’d responded, confirming for her that he wouldn’t just leave. They were far enough from Blackfeather that he felt it unnecessary to perceive her as threat; even if they’d been closer, it still wouldn’t have been much of a big deal, for her size and injury weren’t at all threatening.

As she spoke again, he was taken aback. It was, perhaps, the oddest statement that he’d ever heard. In order to help her, he must first hurt her? It didn’t make any sense to him, but, he had reminded himself, he didn’t know anything about being a medic—perhaps causing more harm was a legitimate method, despite how ludicrous it sounded. “What do you need me to do?” he asked. Curious had he become, both of her and the task that she might have him complete. His confusion and fascination did little to make him hesitant, however, having decided to trust her word. It was assumed, of course, that no one in their right mind would request to be harmed in any way unless if doing so was absolutely necessary, and he didn’t want to believe that an annasiak could be lacking her sanity.