Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

Rye bolted away from them, scrambling up over the edge of the ravine. Lane grabbed her medkit and quickly followed. By the time Lane clambered over up over the edge, Rye had already collapsed. She followed Tzila to his side. 

There was blood everywhere. Rye was lying there in it, still and under-responsive. Tzila looked to her with a question, and Lane gave her a meaningful look with a nod toward's Rye's face. He seemed to still be conscious-- at least for the moment-- so they probably shouldn't talk over him. That seemed to be what had set him off earlier; his shout of "I am a being!" still rang loud and clear in Lane's ears. 

"You're going to be fine Rye," Lane told him, by way of answering Tzila's question. "We're all fine," she added, only because Rye had seemed concerned about the others present.

A cursory examination revealed the shoulder wound to be the worst of his injuries, at least as far as Lane could tell. Dark, red blood pulsed thickly from the wound and oozed down his neck and chest. Lane pulled a cobweb bandage out of her medkit and pressed it gently against the wound on his shoulder, hoping to staunch the wound long enough for Imaq to finish the poultice. 

Principle dictated that Lane wasn't to touch a patient who was refusing help; not until they passed out at least. She wasn't sure if Rye was still conscious or not, but she was going to make an exception here. Because it was Rye. 

Lane looked over her shoulder for Imaq. "I've got some ingredients in my kit, if you need them for the poultice." If Imaq needed help, Lane would go to her and allow Tzila to take over for her putting pressure on the wound.

What Tzila had said about getting Rye out of the open hadn't escaped Lane, but there was little they could do about that right now. This was where he had collapsed, so this was where they would have to treat him.