Golden Glade Alone

Domi jumped back, only a bit startled by the girl's reaction. From the looks of it, I'd say I'm your savior. If you make it through this then maybe I'll consider giving you my name. She was trying to keep things light-hearted, as she knew stress could kill faster than a cut and was a lot harder to cure. I'll help you, but you gotta talk to me. The fact that you can speak says enough, but I'd like to keep that going, alright? Now that Domi knew for sure that there was a chance, she moved with more haste, scouring the bushes and weeds around them for something thick enough to stuff the wound.

You came a long way? Domi asked, trying to get a rough idea as to just how much blood this poor girl had actually lost. She pushed a rock up beside her bottom and nipped at her legs to try and carefully coerce her into lifting her rear end. Then, after tearing away at whatever leaves were nearest, she pushed them into the opening with as much force and pressure as she could. It was definitely going to be uncomfortable for both of them, but it was vital to survival.