She was not sure if he could understand her, as he simply scanned her up and down and then tilted his head, as if unsure what to make of her. She slowly sat in front of him, both hands held up to show she meant no harm, close enough to try and check his injuries but not close enough for him to get her with his sword if he tried. Seeing red starting to peek through his tunic on his right side, her eyes widened and she realized that he was more wounded than she had previously thought. 

Meeting his wary eyes once more, she asked, “You are injured, can I help check your injuries? I am CPR certified.”

Once again he said nothing, merely looked at her through his silver lashes. He seemed to be listening, his eyes would drift to her mouth when she spoke and then back up to her eyes, but no words came from his mouth. Only an intense stare that reminded her very much of a predator’s gaze, like those T-rex videos that had been circulating around lately. She slowly inched forward, shuffling in the dirt while being sure to keep her hands up and looking as unthreatening as possible. When she got close enough, she reached forward with a single hand and carefully pulled the ripped fabric aside, showing a large and deep gash in the stranger’s side. She knew if she didn't work fast, that his odds of survival were only going to decrease.

She quickly got up and began searching for anything that could be of use to them. She spotted a pack lying next to the man, one strap still strung around his left shoulder. Gesturing to the lump, she mimicked taking the bag and searching through it, and he slowly nodded. He leaned the slightest bit forward, wincing as it pulled at the gash on his side, but he was able to get far enough from the tree he was on to allow her to carefully pull the strap off his shoulder and pull the bag out from behind him. Prize in hand, she quickly opened it up to see that it seemed to contain camping supplies and other objects she didn’t recognize by sight. What she did not see however, was any sort of medical bag or first aid supplies. Sighing, she put away the items she had pulled out but purposely put a small metal pot on top. She planned to use it shortly.

Gesturing to the man to stay put, which earned her a look that just screamed,”Duh, do I look like I can move?” She carefully made her way to the tree line that surrounded the clearing and listened for any sounds of running water. After listening closely in different spots, she eventually heard the slight sounds of water flowing and followed it into the forest. Picking up a rock that was nearby, she used it to scratch arrows pointing back the way she came, that way she could reduce her risks of getting lost. After walking for about 10 minutes she stumbled upon a river. 

The water was clear and she could see the rocks and river plants along the bottom of it. If she had to guess, she estimated that it was probably around 4 feet deep, and would come up to roughly around her armpits. As tempted as she was to drink several handfuls of water, she knew it was risky to do so. She had no clue what the water contained in terms of bacteria and knew that despite how clean and fresh it looked, she could get seriously sick if she was too trusting of the water. She walked along the river bank in the direction of the setting suns, which in her world would have been west. After not seeing what she was looking for she went back the way she came until she saw her arrows leading into the woods and kept walking past them to what she presumed was east.