As I took in the strange surroundings, my mind was elsewhere, focused on the woman who lay injured and bleeding beside me. Where had Riona brought us? I had no idea, but I didn't care. All that mattered was helping her, easing her pain and stopping the bleeding.
I gently sat her down on a nearby couch, trying not to jostle her injured body. "Riona," I called her name softly, trying to keep my voice calm and soothing. "Can I take your clothes off? I need to see just how deep your wounds are."
She nodded faintly, her eyes clouded with pain. I slowly and carefully removed her shirt, trying not to cause her any more discomfort. But despite my gentle touch, she still hissed in pain as the fabric pulled away from her wounds.
