The Bracken Woods She

A throaty rumble signified his embrace wasn’t welcome. 

The most pressing concern of his was their leg. After all, they had no healer. If anyone had healing knowledge, it was Masquerade themself, and he didn’t think it was feasible for them to manage that alone.

In the least, upon inspection, he doesn’t think the wound is overly severe.

He wants to speak but doesn’t know where to start. There was so much to debrief, and they didn’t seem in the right mindset for any of it.

I’ll stay with you. Is all he says, sitting.