His hands steadied as he gently applied some healing herbs, rubbing them against her wounds, whispering a chang under his breath as he watched the wound slowly but surely heal.

His eyes showed nothing more then worry, worry about the kind women in front of him that had sacrificed so much for him and his people without a second thought of her own wellbeing. “You need to be careful..”

He says, tone a mare whisper, as if he was afraid a breath too much would blow her away like a feather.