Wild Berry Meadow it was a pale white horse with a crooked smile

"hm" Heloise sounded indifferent to the situation outwardly, though inside her mind was burning with a sealed fury. a man did this? she did not particularly loathe men, though quite a few of them were daresay the bane of existence. the world itself could do without about thirty percent of them. she had also hoped not to find such an evil deed so soon to her entrance. apparently, the fates had other plans for her. if she had ever found this man, she knew she would gift him her fangs.

"where is this man now?" she would ask, though she had an inkling the girl did not know. Heloise wanted to know if he was near or had fled. perhaps he even died - gods will it - from the assault. though she did not stop there. her head would tilt, viewing the injuries and the misshapen leg. the gash, in particular, was worrisome. it looked deep from her vantage, though she was still a bit far away. it could be an assumption. 

the ivory woman was unused to these wilds and did not know if any plant she knew grew here natively. "where are you injured aside from your chest and leg?" it was always important to keep the patient talking. she knew the leg and the gash but the other was in a position that she did not clearly see. let's start with that; the injuries she could speak of and the remedies that Heloise would think to help.