Roxy’s features mold into concern as her eyes spot the injured traveler. Without hesitation, she kneels beside him, her movements swift yet deliberate. From within her robe, she retrieves a strip of cloth, her fingers folding it into a makeshift bandage. As she winds the fabric around his wound, her touch is both firm and gentle, ensuring the binding is secure without causing unnecessary pain. The tension in her expression softens as the bleeding slows, and she glances upward, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of relief.

"Lean on me, sir," She says, her voice steady but warm.

"You're lucky I came across you when I did."

There’s a quiet confidence in her words, a reassurance that even in the midst of turmoil, she is someone who will not falter.