Alassiel sat on the forest floor, she slowly peeled away the leaf concoction she’d pressed on Rygha’s wounds and grimaced. They were still quite far from any doctor that would be able to get a good look at him and her supplies were running low. The fight with the Suharama had taken a toll on him and Alassiel felt horrible.
“Hang in there,” she said as she began the long process of cleaning the wound. The snaptrotter shivered but did not say anything. “I’m going to get you as many clams as you want when we get back to matori.” She told him with a smile.
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