Whitefish River Heart strung, young and dumb

The call from the borders was familiar enough that she paused in the sorting of her plants and looked in the direction from where it came. A few moments was all it took for the sound to click in her mind and bring forth memories of Hieronymous. She had feared the former constable had suffered some terrible fate and they would never see him again. 

So she turned from her work and hurried to the borders, worried about what kind of condition the man might be in. He wasn't the type to just leave, especially without saying anything, so she feared something had happened to him to keep him away. 

When she arrived, her eyes immediately found his swollen rear leg and worry filled her expression. His front left ankle looked swollen as well. Her gaze traveled over every scrape and bruise before settling on his swollen eye. Hieronymous. The word was filled with all of her concern. What happened to you? Could he walk? The healer knew he wouldn't feel the pain, but she wanted to get him settled somewhere dry and warm before he did more damage to his injured legs. She couldn't tell for sure if he had any broken bones, but it was high on her list of worries with how swollen things were.