He silently, discreetly approaches you, signalling for the others to wait behind. Your breaths are shaky, groans soft, and limbs shuddering in pain with each movement. He does not bother to alert you of his presence, before he places his hands on your legs, feeling the open wounds and fractured bones. Calm. I will help. His voice is low, stern, almost… comforting. …Name is Rèanhe.
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