Thunder Dome from the art of mirrors

He had no intentions of startling her but intentions meant nothing in the face of reality. She stumbled and he moved to brace her, the action automatic and instinctual; he did not want to be the reason she tumbled down the side of the mountain. Though thunder swallowed the yelp of pain, Stjornuati saw it etch its way across her face, her jaws splitting in soundless form. Immediately, his mind took upon the mantle of healer, careful to steady her as his mouth moved nearer her ear, the better for her to hear him. Lie down. Allow this one a look.