Kendra moved a little closer, her eyes full of concern. She picked up a mildy dirty rag, the only thing that she could find, and pressed it to one of his many bleeding wounds, wishing desperately for the healing herbs, and bandages that she normally would've had in Frescia. She was a skilled healer, since her mother was the Shaman of her village. "Everything is okay now. You'll be fine." She murmured, beginning to tear small bits of fabric off of her ragged dress. It wasn't much, but she began to wipe away the blood, with her rags, and a bucket of dirty water that lay nearby.


((shhhh his owner doesnt know!))