FOX
"Preach," Fox says quietly, offering an apologetic smile at their cursing as he gets to work. It's a serviceable job, but he's no medic, and mainly he just wants to dress the wound to put some pressure on it and help the blood flow to stop. Tying off the bandage once he's done as best he can, the hunter lets out a shaky sigh and moves to Hawke's other side.
"We're a ways out from the town," he says, "but I know someone nearby who might be able to help. They've got healing magic. You can lean on me if you don't trust your footing." Providing they have no objection, Fox will try to help his (unbeknownst to him) fellow hunter to their feet.
And it's slower going than he'd like, but he does try to pick his way away from the Oasis, which has been anything but calm this afternoon. "Fucking 'gators," he hisses under his breath. "You aren't hurt anywhere else, right?"
"We're a ways out from the town," he says, "but I know someone nearby who might be able to help. They've got healing magic. You can lean on me if you don't trust your footing." Providing they have no objection, Fox will try to help his (unbeknownst to him) fellow hunter to their feet.
And it's slower going than he'd like, but he does try to pick his way away from the Oasis, which has been anything but calm this afternoon. "Fucking 'gators," he hisses under his breath. "You aren't hurt anywhere else, right?"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
