DELPHINE
Pull me from the dirt,
No, you don't want me in your garden.
No, you don't want me in your garden.
Dandelion, dandelion.
Delphine inhaled quietly, thankful the man had decided to forego further healing until they were home safe. She leaned to try and rub some of his blood from her hands, using snow, but the attempt was in vain, in the end, she tossed her gloves on the ground and covered them with snow.
When he staggered, she reached to help him upright, taking the water skin to take a long sip, following after him, pulling the outer layer of furs that she'd removed back around herself, rubbing her hands together. "Take it slow," she cautioned. He could still reopen the wound, given that she didn't completely close it anyway.
The crevasse was an uphill climb and she wasn't too big of a fan, tired from healing, she made herself keep up. It was never too late to start thinking about training, was it?
When he staggered, she reached to help him upright, taking the water skin to take a long sip, following after him, pulling the outer layer of furs that she'd removed back around herself, rubbing her hands together. "Take it slow," she cautioned. He could still reopen the wound, given that she didn't completely close it anyway.
The crevasse was an uphill climb and she wasn't too big of a fan, tired from healing, she made herself keep up. It was never too late to start thinking about training, was it?
