Raven's Watch when eagles halo the earth, i want the ballad of your blood

Heda lives, but the extent of the damage is yet to be seen. The Commander's bulk moves again and Tirgatao allows her to right herself against her better judgement while hovering protectively until she is settled on her sternum. Her mind balks, and continues to provide helpful, intrustive comments such as this is your fault or you got what you wished for. She trembles as her eyes rake Thuringwethil's battered form for anything severe that needs immediate attention, but she finds nothing. No flash of sickly pale bone, or gushing blood.

She draws in a ragged breath and snaps her gaze to Heda, meeting it just long enough to catch the red blood pooling in front of the iris. The prognosis grows more dire when Thuringwethil struggles to focus, and mumbles something almost incoherent—almost as if parroted, across the space between them before her head falls to her outstretched paws. Tirgatao whines, but stops shuffling around so frantically. She needed a plan, and fast. A head injury would put Heda completely out of commission if she was bleeding in her skull before Tirgatao could do anything to save her.

"Just keep breathing slowly, in and out..." She reassures her with the same smooth tone, though her voice cracks at the final word. The smell of blood is faint, and she's confident any external injuries she recieved during her fall were not too terrible and would mend within a few days. Internal, however. Tirgatao twists an ear towards Heda as she inhales again, and it sounds rasping. Not a good sound. "Is it difficult to breathe sitting up like you are now, or better?" She asks slowly, probing Thuringwethil's mind through the veil of pain and disorientation.