Bitterroot Valley one night only

He was quickly withering, despite the brave face he was putting on. She frowned at this and nodded, though, she did not take the lead. Instead, she pulled to his side. “Here,” she commanded softly, looking from him to her shoulder. “Lean.” She waited until her obliged and when he did, after some hesitation and reassuring, they started off slowly.

They traveled a few meters and in this short time Freyja noticed just how frail he seemed. Her frown deepened at this and soon enough she stopped them and turned towards the blonde-haired boy. “Y-You’re really not okay, are you?” Worry laid heavily in her tones as she realized just how much he had been covering up. After all, it wasn’t like he wasn’t bleeding from his neck or anything.

“Sit.” she said, bringing her nose to his cheek, her frown lingering. Not realizing the bold move she made, she broke away after a beat and looked from Seff and towards her mountain. She knew that he needed help as soon as possible and knew that Portia would be able to fix him up. “I’m going to call for the medic at Sleeping Dragon, stay with me, Seff,” She pleaded, looking to him with wide eyes.

After telling the Apprentice of what she was doing, she called to the mountainside pack, informing them that she was with a badly injured individual who was bleeding from his neck and that they both needed help. Her call rang through the twilight even after she fell silent turning back to Seff to tend to his wounds once more.

By this point, the adrenaline from it all still covered her injuries, she hadn’t realized how beat up she had been and, in addition to the blood on her cheeks, Seff’s blood was upon her lips from her cleaning efforts.