It was a good day for travel, Leyla thought as she led the horse she had only recently bought down the forest path. She had little skill for riding, and as such had been walking for the past hour instead of attempting to travel by horseback. The breeze swept through the trees, stirring the woman's brown hair and bringing with it the smell of earth and pine. Leyla faltered a moment, her hands gripping the reins of the mare tightly. Earth and trees were not the only scent upon the breeze. Something more bitter...metallic... She smelled blood.
She quickened her pace. She couldn't sense any dead...but there was an odd...something. Like she could be sensing death very soon. Leyla bit her lip as she hurried along, wondering if she could make it in time. A bend in the path and she saw him, collapsed alongside of the road, a gaping hole in his side. He had to have been attacked recently, but she could see no sign of the attacker.
Rushing over to the fallen man, she knelt beside him. She could heal him, but he was on the brink of death. To heal him fully was out of her reach, but she could keep him from dying and speed his recovery along. Pressing her hand to the wound, Leyla closed her eyes. The air around the pair of bodies got colder, so cold that their breaths became mist in the air. Slowly, she healed the man, pulling him from the cold brink of death and back to the land of the living. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a shuddering gasp, her power nearly drained. But the man lived. She pulled her hand away. It was coated read with blood, but the wound underneath it now looked nearly healed, if badly bruised.
Sinking back on her heels, Leyla took another deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to recover her strength.