Nelanna felt a wave of relief once she saw him looking up at her, and she offered him a reassuring smile. “Don’t fret, you will be alright,” she said softly. She started looking over him, more thoroughly this time, so she’d know how to help. Perhaps a healing spell? But she wasn’t sure if his wounds were grave enough. It took a lot of her mana to perform a healing spell, which would all be waisted if the wounds could easily be healed with normal medicines and herbs.
She felt her worry return when the man tried standing, and she reached her arms out in case he needed a steadying hand. “Don’t push yourself. You aren’t well enough to stand yet,” she said worriedly. But her worry only worsened when he suddenly collapsed and fell unconscious.
With a quivering breath caused by unsteady nerves, she decided she should use a healing spell. Bones could be broken, organs could be damaged. Her healing kit and herbs back at her cottage can’t fix that. She laid her hands upon him, closing her eyes at the start of deep concentration. An incantation left her lips, and with a bright light she began to feel him heal. But it wasn’t enough. Something was keeping her from healing him completely. She opened her eyes and looked down at him softly. It pained her dearly to see him like that. She may not have known him, but she valued all life, and would do anything to protect it.
Deciding she should take him to her cottage so she could examine him better, she whistled a tune, and within minutes came a pure white mare. The horse was already prepared for riding. And with as much strength as Nelanna could summon, she lifted up the man and laid him across the saddle. It wasn’t an easy task, but she managed. With that, she began leading the horse back to her cottage, occasionally sparing the man a worried glance.
Her cottage wasn’t very far from where she had found the man, so it didn’t take long to get there. It was a beautiful little place, with gardens and flowerbeds, vines crawling up the pale stone walls and lanterns hanging on either side of the front door on the porch.
She stopped the horse near the porch and struggled to get the man back down. It took her a few tries, and stumbled and almost fell several times, but just like earlier, she managed. The weight of a man was just too much for her to carry alone. But she was determined to help this man.
She carried him inside, holding one of his arms around her neck, with her other arm around his waist for support. Getting him up the stairs and to the third floor was no easy feat, and by the time she made it she was out of breath.
The third and final floor was an attic, but it wasn’t fixed like one. The floors were dark wood and well kept, while the oak wood furniture were dusted and cleaned to a shine. A large window rested on the wall to her right, giving the person within the room a beautiful view of the forest. Further along the same wall was a desk to sit at, and then a small bookcase. To her left was a wardrobe with two large cabinets where shirts and shoes were stored, and below was were trousers and underclothes were folded and kept in drawers. The bed was further along against the furthest wall, set so the floorboard was facing toward the wall to her right. Lastly, a large chest rested at the foot of the bed; this was where extras were stored.The room obviously wasn’t used much, but it was kept clean and prepared in case of company.
Nelanna carried the man over to the bed and, as gently as she could, laid him down. She would have to clean the wounds she couldn’t fully heal and wash the blood from his body and clothes. Even his tattered clothing was damaged and in desperate need of tailoring. But she wasn’t comfortable with undressing him and washing down his body with him unconscious and unaware. It felt as if she’d be taking advantage of him. She knew how it felt to be sexually harassed, and though she wasn’t sure if men felt the same way, she knew it was far from pleasant.
So, she decided to leave him for now and check back to make sure he was alright. She could find fresh clothing to substitute for when she fixes his current ones when he wakes, and she also needed to gather her medical kit and herbs so that she may clean the wounds and hopefully heal them. That, she could do while he slept.
With a new goal, she walked over to the chest at the foot of the bed and opened it. Inside were blankets, all freshly cleaned and neatly folded, prepared for use. And just below them, at the bottom of the the chest was the medical kit. She removed it and shut the chest, then sat on the bed next to the man. Opening the kit, a bottle of alcohol was revealed along with rags to clean wounds, and other emergency medical tools.
She began to poor some alcohol onto a rag, then turned to the man. With a deep breath, she began gently rubbing it on his wounds to cleanse them, starting with the cuts on his face.