Tonight has been rough. Emmia had to put down one of the bucks after a dominance fight went wrong and he got gored badly, and while his meat will nourish her, the process of dragging the body to her den was grueling. The only real kindness in the day has been this rain washing the blood from her body and clothes.
Now, she only has to find enough dry tinder in this downpour to smoke the body and prevent rot, and then she can finally sleep.

As she makes her way through the underbrush, she sees flickering lights through the trees. In this rain, it can't be fire or fairies…

She makes her way closer. Is that spelllight? She still can't quite make out the figure, but it looks like it. A mage, then.

Rising from the leaves, she casts light, raises her hand in greeting, and calls out. The figure could be hostile, but it's still better to introduce herself with words than with claws.

Topaz is not exactly doing well. The twinkling glow of her lights isn't enough to make everything out, but she's visibly pale, shaking weakly, blood drained from her face. Cyan blue hair is matted around her shoulders, limply clinging to the remains of her light leather armor. One hand is pressed just above her hip, not-quite-concealing a hole an arrow carved into her. The brilliant blue jewel set in her ring shines faintly in the gloom of the night as she stumbles obliviously forward. Her thigh is visibly gouged in, hanging on enough for her to keep limping on, but not much more. 

She pants, and stares up raggedly, and waves back, returning her greeting as best she can. 

Emmia makes her way closer, her off-hand remaining near her knife, just in case.

Oh, it's a girl—and injured, badly.

She hurries forward, her caution forgotten.

"Blight, are you—how are you standing? Why are you standing!? This place isn't safe for you as you are."

Half talking to the stranger, half muttering to herself, Emmia hunches down, looking at the girl's wound.

"…I can patch this enough here to get you to my home. Here, sit—over here, where the tree can shelter you properly…"

She trails off as she begins rifling her tools and looking around herself, hoping to fashion a tourniquet, and perhaps a splint.

She's not entirely sure how she's standing, either. She folds up against a tree, legs collapsing beneath her into an untidy mess. 

"Couldn't just..." 

She sniffles faintly. 

"Sit there." 

Her eyes roll back in her head, a little dazed, hands pressing down into the dirt to support herself as best she can. 

The wound is cleaned up, leaving nothing but the steadily pouring crimson blood pouring out. It's deep, the sort of gouge that a non-adventurer would be lucky to survive, much less be able to limp through. 

Okay, not good. First things first, she applies pressure and wraps a bandage from her pouch tight around the wound. That should hopefully keep her from losing even more blood—this girl is not doing good.

She doesn't look like she needs a splint, but that bandage isn't going to do enough to stop the blood.

Is there anything else she can do before they leave?

She pauses in thought for a moment, then crouches down, touching her hands to the wound.

Inside, she calls out to the spirit of the forest around her. Please, this girl is foreign to you, but she needs our help. She will die one day, but let it not be this day.

After a moment, she feels the energy flow into her, through her body, and out through her hand into the girl's wound. Immediately, the bleeding reduces, and she can feel the gash beginning to heal inside.

It's still deep, and it's still bleeding, but it should at least last the trip to Emmia's home, now.

Her breath evens out a little once she heals her, drooping in close to her. Her eyes are fluttering closed now as she curls up a little against her. The pain was keeping her awake and moving but now... 

"No, no no no you cannot stay here! You will die. Do you want that?"

She shakes the girl, pulling her to her feet.

"Come, up now: we need to get you to shelter. What I did should keep you alive well enough to get there, but you won't make it if you stay here in this storm."

She pants out, a little shaky shiver rolling through her body. 

Her head bobs down in something that might be a nod, or might just be her body not working well enough to keep her head raised. 

"...Okay. Okay. Be safe, then?" 

She starts limping forwards, trying not to lean or list over too hard.

Nowhere is ever really safe, but…

"…Yes. Safe then."

She slips herself under the girl's arm, helping her along through the rain and underbrush, leading her deeper into the forest.

She swallows thickly, then treads onwards, a few little lingering whimpers and panting grunts slipping out as she does her best to keep on going, just that little bit further.