The air was cold, bitter. You were walking back to your camp with a slight limp in your step, from getting in a bad fight with the hound of death himself, Atrocitus. Luckily the Menavlions camp wasn't so far from here, your cloak hiding your bleeding form from any watching eyes. There was nobody around, silence besides your feet crunching against the ground, and the sound of a crow cawing from the kingdom.

You stumbled through into the Menavlions camp, looking around. Guisarme notices you, and looks over to Fauchard, nodding to her for them to help you. Fauchard notices you and quickly approaches you. The both converse shortly and decide for Fauchard to take you to the med bay.

The two of you approach the medbay, Fauchard opens the tent and looks over at Corseque, who was busy with going through her medkit for some pills. Fauchard gets her attention and she looks over to see your injured form. Her eyes widen in fear and she quickly gets up, approaching you and Fauchard. "Oh.. Oh no.." She spoke timidly, she looks at Fauchard and thanks her, watching her leave back to the others.

"Come, come, quickly, before the injuries get any worse." She notices some blood under your coat, letting out a quiet squeak. She pulls you into the tent, gently pulling you to sit down on a makeshift bed on the floor, she picks up her medkit and sits down in front of you, on her knees. "This will take only a few minutes, alright?" She looks up at you, blushing a little, a timid smile playing across her lips.

Your coat was placed off to the side of the bed, and she was beside you, gently holding your arm with her left hand, tabbing your wound with a cottonball which had some alcohol on it, making your wound sting a bit. She bites her tongue at the sight of your blood, not wanting to possibly get sick. "Just.. a bit of this.." She mutters to herself. "I'll stitch some other wounds up, alright..?" She looks up at you, smiling anxiously as she dabs her wound.