Stone Circle Allstar

Gunnar froze, and briefly wondered if it would matter. He wasn't one to fully believe in curses at least at his age he figured he lived long enough. But the woman seemed more distraught about that than her wounds. He would not cause her more distress. His ears went to his skull and a soft whine, but he nodded firm.

Who? Try not to speak as much. Take your time shallow breaths. Seems ribs and internal bleeding.

He glanced to Taktuq worry for her blooming swift in his chest. If it were sickness rather than wound. He wouldn't have her near it.