Redhawk Caldera they came from behind

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The broken leg was a nasty sight, misshapen and bent
grotesquely, it made Rye queasy and nearly spill his
lunch. Compared to everything else he previously saw,
getting sick over a broken leg didn't make a lick of 
sense to him. He looked away, swallowing hard as a few
bits came up with a fiery vengeance, scalding his throat
with his own stomach acid. Forcing composure Rye looked 
back towards the group, quietly listening as everything
unfolded. Admittedly he was a little slow to connect 
everything together, he was still trying to soothe his
burned throat, but it all connected; each dot finding 
its red thread. Nothing verbal was said but the look 
on his face was easily decipherable into, 'What the hell
is going on in this place?'. As Towhee sank, Rye decided
he should step up to the plate and offer any help he could.

"I'm no healer but I am willing to help in any way I can. 
Towhee is in no position to be running around, if you 
need something done let me do it." It wasn't a request,
it was a demand. Whether or not it would be followed is 
anyone's guess but even if Towhee absolutely had to do 
something, Rye would be right at her side.