Shy Deer Steppes Shake your cake.

She seemed to pull herself together a bit, happily, and Bridget glanced at the sun beating down before setting off at a slow pace towards where she knew the river to be. She wouldn't be making it back to Brecheliant tonight - or for a while, most likely. Hopefully they wouldn't worry, but she couldn't leave whoever this was to suffer on her own out here.

When they arrived at their destination, she'd take her to the bank and have her drop the affected leg in the running water. Hopefully the current would carry away some of the infection and sooth the swelling, but aside from that, it was a waiting game for the moment.

It was a rule of hers not to get invested in the outcome beyond what she could do, but she dreaded if this woman died. She could still feel the dirt from the graves she'd dug recently beneath her claws. Many more and she might never get rid of it.