Hideaway Strath look at the fire and think of me

mona scrambled backwards a few more paces when the soldierly male began to rise; even as she struggled to her feet awkwardly, nathaniel held the sum of her focus, her gaze darting across the blood that dripped thickly from his pelt, his tattered flesh, his odd stance, the sigh of deep pain he gave. the man was decidedly less than all right, and this galvanized mona into action.
sweeping to his other side, where she suspected the rochester favored his leg, the girl gingerly pressed herself near to him, though not to near to harm. "you ... you should lean on me, if we are about to be going," came the offer framed in a tremulous voice. please let me help you, her wide eyes asked of the injured guardian. after all, it had been her mad dash into this land that had injured him! so stupid! 
the girl set about fearfully chastising herself as she glanced 'round the place, searching for movement as she waited for nathaniel to respond.