unseenmockingjay:

                             ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾{ Ｋ ♐ Ｅ }╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ 

      she was slightly surprised, and pleased, that he contained his screams  of  pain
      as  she  wrapped  the  cloth around him ; it wasn’t the cleanest cloth so he would
      have to clean he wound and change it as soon as possible but this would do  for
      now.  she had about finished wrapping up his wound when he spoke again, she
      would tell him her name if not to shut him up then to make he feel guilty in  some
      way   that  he  did not  recognised  her,  though  he  wouldn’t because she wasn’t
      one for leaving her house in day light.

            ❝katniss —— and i live in laketown, bard.❞

      she  spoke  louder  this  time  so  she  wouldn’t  have to repeat herself. once she
      finished  talking  she  pulled,  tight,  on  the  cloth  t o make the knot. looking away
      from him she  pushed herself  off  of  the  ground,  every  bone  in  her  body  was
      telling  her  to  walk away from him now, she had patched him up now leave ; but
      she couldn’t.

            ❝there, can you walk?❞

      she asked, offering a hand to help him get up.

He flinched heavily when she knotted the fabric around his wound; not a gentle hand, nor a warm demeanor seemed to be in the possession of this young woman. And she claimed she was of Laketown, though he had no memory of her at all, and he had thought himself to know of near everything and everyone in his hometown. The Master and Alfrid might know of some of the darker, more corrupt matters that went on in Esgaroth…

–Could she be one of the Master’s spies? The thought came into his mind, unbidden and unwelcome. He did not care to be a suspicious sort of man, but the past few years of his life had not been the easiest. The Master and his rat-faced manservant (one Bard had once considered friend) made his life harder in whatever way they could. And though it did little to darken Bard’s thoughts, he could not help but be a little more… careful around those he did not know well. And he did not know this girl at all.

Getting to his feet without the assistance of her outstretched hand, he briefly stumbled, feeling clumsy and, more than that, feeling the sting of his wound all too keenly. “Just fine,” he murmured, setting his jaw (oh, but it would be a long walk back, indeed). “You needn’t stay.”