Aya couldn't help but give a small smile at Sacha's kindness. Everyday she was grateful that it was Sacha above all others who lead the Rabins. She quickly turned her attention back to Destin's body. In the past people who had fallen into the river tended to get scrapes and bruises from the rocks. Someone as small and delicate as him in this form was bound to have worse injuries than that. She first checked his head, which thankfully showed no signs of trauma, but as she moved down to his torso one side was clearly swelling from impact with something hard. "Sacha, would you mind grabbing me a compress? There should be one on my desk in the medicine tent."