Silvertip Mountain and there's a million things i haven't done

An incredibly unsettling noise drew him away from his thoughts, and he whipped his head around to see Cortland, awake at last. A small gasp escaped his lips as he rushed to his friend's side, eyes raking over his form. He nuzzled the boy's cheek, gently as he could in his relieved excitement, before pulling away to stare at Cortland.

"I'm so sorry," he stammered, unaware of the internal injuries Cortland had sustained and assuming he remembered everything. "I should have been there sooner, I--I'm sorry, Cortland." He blinked down at the boy, breath hitching in his throat. "How are you feeling now?"

The priest guessed it couldn't be good. He was a rough sight, bruised and battered, and there was a look in his eyes that suggested great pain and confusion. Still, he rocked back on his haunches, waiting for the response, his gaze anxious.