Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

The sound of clattering armour on cobblestones made Ymara look to her left. Seeing the knight sprawled out on the ground, she muttered a curse. 
"Why do they always have to be so damn valiant *All the time*?", she questioned, more to herself than anyone else, really - seeing that one party of her companions was an animal and the other was currently out cold. 
With an exasperated sigh, the woman moved towards Julian, whose face was now exposed and in the process of being licked by a whining Xerxes. The helmet must've been loosened by the impact, she thought. Dropping to her knees at Julian's side, Ymara stretched out her left hand towards the knight's neck to check for a pulse. Relieved to find one, she let out a pent up breath. 
"Probably just overheated.", she whispered. A passerby would think she was crazy, Ymara realised. Well, she didn't care. Looking the armour up and down, she began loosening the breastplate, removing the buckler and greaves. 
Shooting a look at her dog, she motioned for him to move to the side, gently pulling the now exposed chainmail over Julian's head. Her braid had untangled itself and some flyaway strands had covered the knight's cheeks and forehead. Tentatively, Ymara reached out and pushed them to the side with her left index finger. Beside her, Xerxes let out a happy bark. Blushing, she stopped. "Shut up, no *You* Like her too much for your own good."
Reaching down at her side, she pulled out her wineskin. Water would've probably been better, she realised, but beggars can't be choosers. She'd get a refill inside. Annalise owed her that much, if not more. 
Drawing a deep breath, Ymara dumped the wine over Julian's face, in an attempt to get her out of her unconsciousness.
George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol, Sol

"My everywhere hurts" *She moans in pain she flinches a little before rubbing her eyes and whimpering like a sore dog she tries her best to get up but just stumbles back down her arms collapsing beneath her she felt limp and weak probably because of the lack of Water and food she's consumed on her 3 day adventure
"Thank you for your help... Friends" 
She lays still rubbing her burnt shoulders and neck wincing in agony. She felt the armour sliding off her body and immediately forced herself up into a sitting position, "Please leave the armour" She started falling unconscious again before SPLASH the wine hit her, face leaving faint puddles of wine in the dimples on her face. "W... W..Well, th... At certainly cooled me down"
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

"What on earth were you thinking - wait, no. You obviously *Weren't* Thinking." 
Ymara's voice was a mixture of anger and relief that Julian seemed to be okay. 
"I get that your armour's important to you-", she glanced to the side where the amassed heap of metal lay, "- and it's fine but your health is so much more important."
Turning her wineskin upside down into its usual position, she glanced inside. Satisfied, she looked back at Julian. 
"Drink the rest. Are you able to hold it yourself, or should I assist you?", she questioned, her insides turning at the thought of being able to touch the knight's skin again. A warm feeling spread out inside of her and this time, she couldn't blame it on ale. Not yet, at least.
George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol,Sol
"Ugh, No! I can do it myself" *She really couldn't but she would not accept help off a stranger as she was too proud and dignified even though she was collapsed on the ground with minimal ways to get up especially with the blisters starting to form on her shoulders from both the armour digging into her shoulders and the sun which hurt a lot and kind of made her move a little bit like a robot ever movement was like daggers in her sides but she braved it and slowly managed to pick herself up*
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

"Right. Suit yourself. Then there's probably also no need for me to help you with those plates on your shoulder, am I correct?" Ymara replied sarcastically, throwing the almost depleted wineskin in Julian's general direction. 
Rummaging around in the bag attached to her waist, she produced a small flask. "That should help with the sunburns. I'll ask inside if they've got some spare cloth, your stab wound doesn't look too good." She paused, looking straight into Julian's eyes. "I know you like to play tough. I have my pride too. Give it some time and you'll realise that I can be trusted."
With that, she turned on the spot and began walking to the entrance, but not before placing the flask on the cobblestones in front of the knight. "Use it in small amounts and make sure that I'll get it back."