As soon as she heard her name Carmalita spun around and ran over to where Énien was crouched by Tareth. Énien moved out of the way to make room for her to look at the the wound. It wasn't very deep, or life threatening but blood kept pouring out.
"I need some water," she said carmly.
"Here," said Énien, handing her a small canteen of water.
"Thanks," Carmalita said as she wiped the cut clean with a piece of clean cloth. She then instructed Énien to hold the cloth firmly on Tareth's as she went to get her medical supplies. She picked the bag up and brought it back. She opened it and was greeted by the smell of sweet herbs. She took out a small white bottle filled with a white liquid, that smell alot like alcohol. She got another small cloth and tipped a small amount of its contents on to it.
"This may sting a little," she said to Tareth as she took Énien's hand away and place the doused cloth on. He wincinced and looked down at his arem.
"This will stop it from getting infected...." she said as she proceeded to tie a bandaged around his cut. "There you go.."
"Thank you," he said as she packed her things back into her pack.
"Anyone else wounded?" she called out to the company. No one answered, "There's no point playing the hero if you are!" she laughed and walked back to collect the rest of her things.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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