Silver Moraine Dark clouds, dark skies, bad weather

Ashlar was cautious as he approached and non threatening as possible. The wounds were ugly and infected. They would need extended treatment but he would do what he could to start here.

He’ll need to stay to recover. Ashlar added softly, once the other man had fallen quiet. His eyes went to her briefly, then returned to focus on the work in front of him, though he listened for her answer as he tended the worst of it. He would be a drain on the rise… and if she denied it, Ashlar would treat him best he could here. But they could hardly offer him safety and the Hælend couldn’t stay out here constantly. The stranger had less of a chance if that were the case.