Bitterroot Valley one night only

Her words affirmed what he already knew, and became all to apparent as adrenaline faded and pain and the effects of blood loss took its place. he felt a twinge of fear, for him to injury himself so badly so far from home was at the least...bad. he could hardly stay here, had to move somewhere, and though he knew what herbs would help him he had no idea where he would require them, and wandering around aimlessly looking for plants was a very poor option at the moment.

focus on her. he did that, watching her carefully, listening raptly as he ignores his rather poor state. "I can do that. I'll-I'll be fine, Freyja. " he told her, noticing the concern and frustration in her voice and hoping to abate it. he squinted his eyes shut at a wave of naseau, then lurched to his feet, numerous wounds and scrapes burning. "Lead the way" he said with forced optimism, smiling tightly, pain battling with relief that she was okay. they were both okay. sort of.