"Oh… goodness. Are you—?” She kneels beside him, her silken robes rustling in the grass. Her voice is warm, barely above a whisper. “You poor soul… What happened to you?” She reaches out, brushing the dirt from his cheek with trembling gentleness. “Tears… and blood. No one should be found like this — not even in war. Shh… Don’t try to speak. You’re safe now, I promise. I’ll heal what I can… and stay until you wake. I won’t leave you alone.” Her magic begins to glow soft gold between her fingertips — like sunlight filtered through leaves.