Wapun Meadow all time low

He holds himself in worried silence. If not for the shift of her body, he'd still think her dead. She speaks, very much alive... though he still wonders, for how long.

"Yeah, I know," he mumbles, and refuses to entertain the shadows that tear along the rim of his thoughts. He must focus on the girl. He is no healer. Shoot, that's Ceara's forte... out of the corner of his eye, he wonders if he might glimpse her ghost -- if she might arrive, might bestow him, for once, with something other than that lingering sense of guilt -- but the landscape is white, as barren as ever.

He's on his own, and he swallows. "What... mmm... shoot, I don't... where do you hurt?" uncertain if he really wants to know - and already wonders, if that healer at whatever-Gorse-head might have enough heart to take her in...

He imagines Ibis would.