Blacktail Deer Plateau I speak for the dead

Complete paralyzation. Mara's nerves froze, her muscles completely still. She knew he was dead, how could he not be? There was a chance though, an insanely minuscule chance that where she'd left him his heart was still beating. It was now directly in front of her face, Chaska was dead. A jerk of her head forced her back into reality, she opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable. A ball of pain blocked any sound from escaping her throat. She denied any chance for a tear to fall down her cheek, but an ocean formed in her eyes. Still too stunned, still too scared to talk about it she backpedaled to the only other possible conversation topic. 

"Really - I can help your wounds," Mara avoided any eye contact with the male, knowing if she allowed herself one moment of vulnerability she would break down in front of him.