Redtail Rise power of the saber blade

She didn’t deign to answer him. Ordinarily, this would not have bothered him. Most of the Redtails were rather reticent. But that sense of foreboding pressed down him at the same time she attempted to stand. Cambria tried to sweep in and support her as soon as he saw her legs buckling.

Shit, he blurted. I know a healer. I could…

The yearling bit at his lip. Even if Etienne had been home at the creek, that was quite a trek from here. And he wasn’t even there right now, but somewhere west of the mountains. Cambria gazed that way for a beat, shoulder still pressing against Redd’s.

He’s too far away, he admitted, slumping down beside her.

If she couldn’t stand, then she certainly couldn’t walk, especially many miles through mountainous terrain. The Dragonling licked his lips, thinking. Did any of the Redtails know much about healing? He didn’t think so. Besides, wouldn’t they have already come to Redd’s aid if they intended to render it?

Maybe, he muttered, Ruckus and I could carry you.

Even as he said it aloud, Cambria realized it was probably a ridiculous suggestion. He sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled. His own knowledge was rather limited. He could offer food, he thought as his eyes flicked over her diminished figure, but he wasn’t sure what else she might need.

What do you need, Redd?