Nimbus Summit apologetically dressed in the best

They managed to get the girl settled in the cave, and Tuuluuwaq took up a posting outside. Lane brushed his cheek in parting, and when she turned back to the injured woman, she was met with an unexpected sight. 

The girl was crying. 

Words of appreciation fell from her in addition to tears, and at least some were in a language other than Common. Perhaps these were tears of gratitude, then? Big emotions were somewhat out of Lane's wheelhouse, but anything other than tears of pain had to be better than the alternative. 

"Rest now-- you can thank us later," Lane assured the girl, amber eyes lingering on her curled frame. The girl had settled in a way that appeared to favor one side, indicating an internal injury-- a broken rib, perhaps. 

Lane would start with cleaning and wrapping the foreleg wound, and if the woman allowed it, she would move on to examine her for any other injuries. She hoped that the woman would relax enough to allow for sleep. 

"What's your name?" Lane asked as she worked.