Niarla..otherwise know as the only Huntress who didn't serve the Empire, watched with slight interest as a man, badly wounded, stumbled through the forest, leaving a trail of blood as he went. He collapsed on the forest floor....just off the path...and was bleeding heavily.
She considered leaving him there...no doubt the Empire's beasts would be after him soon enough..and she wasn't favoring the idea of having them find her again.
Yet...the better side of her insisted that she help him..and not leave him there to die. Sighing softly, she leapt down out of the tree she was in, and walked over to the wounded man, nudging him with the toe of her boot.
"Wake up!" She said softly, yet firmly, kneeling down beside him and shaking him gently.
"Your wounds need tending..and you won't survive the night out here."