Altar of Twilight wife

last from me here!

Nasamik had never called herself a skilled healer. She would not lie and say otherwise. But she knew enough to keep her injured husband at bay until they could get him experienced help.

Finding a nearby spring, she soaked a pad of moss and returned, dabbing gently at the wound until most of the blood had been washed away. Then, with what was left of the moss she collected, she pressed it along the wound, hoping it would save more blood from seeping out.

For a moment, Nasamik watched him. She did not like the idea of leaving, but it seemed the best idea. The best they had.

With a final, brief kiss upon his cheek, she turned to depart, setting off in the direction of Moonspear.