Totoka River princess,

Many things are running through her mind while Sugar is speaking, but she hears her. Stryx is busy thinking about the best course of action and she isn't certain - they could leave the patient here and tend to them, press more mulched greenery in to the wound and hope for the best, or take her to shelter. Moving her would be a struggle for the two of them. There is no telling if there is further damage to the side of her body Stryx cannot see. Her initial examination had been quick and purposeful, assessing the worst damage as immediately as possible, and together they've done a good job to curtail the bleeding. Now that there was a pause Stryx was certain of only one thing: this woman would have died if these medics had not come upon her.

-carry her safely though, Sugar's voice rises over the white-noise of Stryx's thoughts and permeates it. Think we could try to wake her, at least a little bit?

It sounded... painful. Stryx had never lost as much blood as she was seeing strewn about the grass, but she had been taught of the dangers of such a loss, and she did not like the idea of waking the patient unless it was necessary. Moving her to somewhere more secure was, to some degree, necessary - but even before Stryx could answer, the woman's body shifted. Her eyes seemed to flutter. Her mouth hinges, though she is silent. Disorientation is evident.

Stryx chuffs softly and murmurs by Praimfaya's ear, Can you hear me? We are going to move you out of the dirt, okay? Her eyes dart to Sugar and back again, a little bit frazzled herself, and after a deep breath she draws up alongside Praimfaya's nearest side as a buffer, ready to catch her if she tried to stand. I've got you on this side - Sugar will take the other. We'll go slowly, okay? The last thing any of them needed was a fall to dishevel the compress from Praim's neck.