unseenmockingjay:

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                        ❝i know if you don’t let me help you
                              you’ll get worse. so stop moving.❞

                  she tried to remain calm, she  knew  getting  angry
                  wouldn’t help his situation but he was so stubborn ;
                  but she was too. she continued dab at  his  wound
                  for a  moment  she  finally  raising  it to take a clear
                  look at it.

It was an angry-looking wound, one that stung a great deal more than it was worth. He might limp for a day or two, but no true damage had been done. “You might have made yourself known,” Bard muttered, only now truly taking in the other, “Avoid me stumbling and falling in such a less than graceful fashion.” He frowned, not managing to recognize her. “I do not know your face. Have you hunted in these woods before?” She could pass for an inhabitant of Esgaroth, but he had no memory of her.