ELIA
As soon as they had passed deep enough into the cave that they couldn't be seen from outside, Behryn slowed and nudged Reth over to sit with his back against the wall.
Reth winced as he slid to the ground, but he was breathing evenly—if too heavily—and at least he could still focus.
Behryn reached into the little bag he always carried at his waist. As Elia stood watching helplessly, he took off the bloody rag she'd wrapped over Reth's wound. Elia held her breath until she could see that at least the bleeding was beginning to slow, thank the Creator. Then Behryn popped the cork from a tiny bottle from his pouch and sprinkled the clear liquid inside over Reth's wound.
