*Anders*
What could have happened to make him yell at her? How could he possibly hurt her? I should go find him, but I don’t want to leave her alone. She’s injured, but more than that, she’s upset.
“OK,” I hear her softly call for me, and I go in with the bowl of whatever I hold. It smells terrible, but she seemed to know what she was doing as she mixed it all together.
She tells me what to do with it, but I’m hesitant. I’m worried I’ll hurt her even more. Some of these cuts seem deep. They don’t look like whip marks, nor do they look like wolf scratches. She wouldn’t tell me much about what happened, but nothing made sense. I am sure she has not told me everything, but I don’t know why she would hide anything.
I gently lay the pieces of cloth across her back, letting the mi
