Wild Berry Meadow ludus

To have the gratitude of another was something that he’d grown unfamiliar with over time. Hearing her words had been surprising, leaving him without a clue as to what he should say in return. Silence was opted for, along with a nod of his head and a smile—which had only appeared briefly, her gasp having stripped him of it right away. To help her was necessary, for leaving her there in pain was not at all something he’d ever do. She’d brought harm to no one, he was sure, nor had she crossed into unwelcoming lands. She’d merely stumbled and injured herself, and so he knew he’d feel guilty if he’d just left her there to suffer.

The stranger adjusted herself, which was followed by a whimper that had his ears falling back against his head. It was a rare moment where he had wished that he’d taken the time to learn about herbs in the past, since he wanted to be able to relieve her of her pain right then and there. Never had he, though, and it was too late to receive a crash course now. So he focused on following the directions given, stepping nearer to her, and then pausing. “Sorry about this,” he’d said, right before learning down and grabbing hold of her ankle. Though he was as gentle as he could be, his grip was a sturdy one, and thus he began pulling upon her limb. The moment she said to do so, however, he’d stop immediately.