Doris
It had been a quiet day, all things considered. The cold of winter made it so many were reluctant to go out, and thus accidents occurred way less frequently, making it so the Doctor had a relatively peaceful day - relatively being the emphasized word there. For indeed, there were people foolish enough to brave the cold, and the snow, and then they got hurt, and who would have to fix it? What a pain...

The subject in question was a hunter, a High Elven man that had likely wanted to provide for his family, but gotten skewered by the very boar he was trying to kill. The boar had run off, leaving the man alone to die - or at least, he would die, were it not for the convenient presence of the Doctor. It really was lucky that he had gotten hurt so close to their home.

Were it up to them, Doctor Jones would have spent the day huddled close to their fireplace and waited for the snow to go away, but it wasn't up to them, was it? So, after sensing the injury that took place, they'd grabbed their thin overcoat and rushed out of the house, sprinting to the location as fast as their legs would carry them, mentally cursing the blasted cold. Luckily, he was only a few minutes away.

They approached the man without hesitation, and despite his weakened protests, had started the process of healing him, fusing his flesh back together in a process that was painful enough to make him scream and swear at every god under the sun, until it was over and he could only lay there, weakly gasping for breath.

Despite having cured his physical wounds, Doctor Jones knew instinctively that he'd lost too much blood to make the journey back home. So, a sigh escaping them, they took his left hand in both of theirs, and a small slit opened up in their wrist and his. Blood started flowing from their body into his, and after a few moments, both minor injuries closed, the man already looking to be doing a lot better.
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He didn't stick around for long after that, encouraged by Doctor Jones to rush back home and get some food in his body, which he did, leaving them behind, words of gratitude trailing behind him before he disappeared. Doctor Jones, meanwhile, pushed themself back to their feet, standing slightly unsteadily. Best get home as well.

They were not a particularly pretty image to look at. Pale, thin, appearing to be maybe sixteen or seventeen years of age, with their shoulders perpetually slumped, and a look in their eyes that spoke of someone that had lived for centuries and just wanted to lay their head down and sleep. Their clothes hung loosely on their thin frame, and they were shivering in the cold, not at all dressed for the weather - they hadn't had the time to hunt for a proper coat before rushing out. What didn't help the image was their own blood loss making them appear even paler than usual, and making their walk slightly wobbly, having to pause to rest against a tree occasionally before resuming their journey, feet trudging through the snow. What a pain...
Raymond
A small, well-muscled girl with gray skin and intricate black markings spoke about snow back in the slave quarters of the Pit. The girl had no hair anywhere for the mothfolk to run her tarsal claws through, but the girl seemed to find comfort in touching the other's patchy fur. She was the one who first told the mothfolk about snow.
At the time it sounded beautiful, but being in it was less pleasant than the little girl had described. The snow came up well above her ankle joints and numbed the claws below, and more snow would fall periodically from the canopy above to cover her head and shoulders. She shook herself again to shed the weight. 
The forest around her was silent, save for the rustling of branches and snow crunching under her weight. A distant cry broke the relative silence and she paused to turn towards it. The unmistakable cry of pain was impossible for her to ignore. The surge of alarm and adrenaline carried her stiff limbs crashing through the snow now. It wasn't long before she discovered the source: an elven man lying prone in the snow, groaning and clutching the crimson stain on his abdomen. She observed him behind the cover of a tree. The man was well armed with a bow and hunting knife, but didn't seem much in a state to use them. He would only be a danger if he panicked. Before she could think of a way to make her hulking insectoid form less threatening, another elf approached. 
This one was scrawnier and unarmed. Less of a threat in physical combat than the bleeding man they were now crouched over. She stayed hidden and watched. 

She watched them knit his skin together like there was no wound at all.
She watched them take their own blood to rejuvenate the man.

Despite looking near death themself, the elf stood back up and saw the man off. 
With magic like that, she would never have to hold a corpse in her arms again.
As the elf trudged away through the snow, a hulking mothfolk trailed not far behind.
Doris
It was so tempting to just go home. Leave this blasted cold behind, pretend that there was nothing else happening at all, the Doctor just wanted to curl up next to their fireplace and sleep huddled under as many blankets as they could find. But it seemed like that wasn't going to be as easy as they'd like it to be.

A root, hidden under the snow. Most would simply step over it, but with how much they were trudging their feet, it wasn't happening. And so, the Doctor tripped and fell, just barely managing to extend their arms in time to catch themself. For a second, they lay there, let out a low grumble, and then pushed themself into a sitting position, brushing some snow off their clothes. This all was such a massive pain...

A sigh escaped them as they tried to get up again. Their home was so close, just a little bit longer and they could go back to sleep... However, there was one issue - the wave of dizziness overtaking them the instant they rose to their feet, forcing them to sit back down to avoid fainting. A low curse, muttered in their local Elvish drifted from their mouth as they covered their face with their left hand, resisting the urge to scream into the heavens at everything. It was fine, they just had to rest for a few minutes, and then they could continue. It was...

*What was that?*

A sudden feeling caught their attention. A faint tug at the edge of the senses. A creature was nearby. Something vaguely humanoid, something huge. Something that seemed like it could squash them in an instant.

The Doctor turned their head in the direction of whatever, or whoever it was, staring directly at the stranger, even if they remained hidden. "I know you're there," They said, voice low but still audible enough. "I don't know why you're following me, but if you're planning to kill me... All I can do is ask that you do it quickly."
Raymond
She watched the elf stumble into the snowdrift, again. She had hung this far back to safely observe from a distance, but the longer this went on the less of a threat the elf seemed. They carried themself with too much assurance for someone so frail looking (which the mothfolk had learned from experience that it was dangerous to assume that sort of confidence was misplaced). 

But now, watching them lie face-first in the snow, it was clear that they were a more of a threat to themself if they went on like this.

Then they turned and looked directly towards her. She stiffened.

"I know you're there,"
"I don't know why you're following me, but if you're planning to kill me... All I can do is ask that you do it quickly."

A long few seconds passed before the mothfolk forced herself out from behind the tree. The elf would die and she wouldn't know how they healed that man. No more corpses.

She was directly above them now, casting a long shadow. From where she loomed she examined the elf closer. It was a familiar scene painted on a stranger. The gaunt frame of a child with eyes weary beyond their years. That old pain settled in her chest again. 

"No."

The sound was raspy and thin, more of a hiss than a word. She held out a clawed tarsus down towards the elf.
Doris
The creature that emerged was a curious thing, not a species the Doctor had commonly seen, especially around these parts. However, it was a creature type they recognized, though they hadn't ever seen one like that. Most of the species tended to be more... Slender, didn't they?

Well, whatever. It didn't matter how unusual this Mothfolk was, because no matter the size of the creature, the Doctor felt like a child could take them out right now. It'd been a while since they'd shown such weakness... It really was unfortunate that it happened in winter, where staying idle for too long could and would kill them. At least this person was going to quicken the process... Right?

They crossed their legs beneath them and let their eyes fall shut, preparing for the inevitable pain, and then, the end. They wouldn't be able to last for long anyway because of the blood loss they'd experienced, so at least it'd be quick. A bit of a pathetic end, but being killed by a complete stranger while on their way home? There was a strange irony to it that made a wry smile form on the Doctor's lips.

However, that inevitable end... Didn't come. In fact, the Mothfolk spoke up and seemingly denied that, though with a voice like that, the Doctor felt like they might've misheard it. Still, they opened one eye to look at the creature, then the other, seeing the hand extended to them. What?

They raised an eyebrow in confusion at the stranger. "What do you want?" They asked curtly, not in the mood to be polite, nor to accept the help from a complete stranger - assuming that was even help to begin with. Who knew, the Mothfolk might have some strange customs that the Doctor didn't know of. Either way, they folded their hands in their lap, staring up at the stranger defiantly, as if daring her to do anything more.
Raymond
Just like a child.

She retracted her tarsus and crouched in front of the elf. She craned her neck down to meet their eyes. As much as she had done to minimize herself, the discrepancy in size was obvious. 

She let the unfamiliar words come to her slowly.

"Not... Do be... Do not be scared," She hissed softly, "Where is your living... Place, home. Cold."

Even as another drift of snow blanketed her shoulders she sat, perfectly still, save for the subtle dancing of her antennae and involuntary twitch of her wings. She was listening beyond the elf, for cracking branches or shuffling snow. 

She flexed her tarsal claws rhythmically. Being so exposed did not aid her patience. She could pick them up with one limb as easy as a twig and find a more sheltered location. Attempting to grab them now would only scare them further. Though they seemed to be no threat in this state, she saw how they manipulated their own blood. 
She couldn't risk making them panic, because deep in her gut—above the pity and old pains of loss—was the sure impression that facing whatever may be hunting beyond the treeline was preferable to learning what this blood-commanding elf is capable of when they're desperate.
Doris
Scared? No, the Doctor wasn't scared, they were just... Cold, annoyed, more than a little tired, but scared, they were not. Did she think they were scared of her? Was that why this stranger was trying to make herself so small? How odd.

At that question, their gaze darted in the direction of their home for the briefest of moments before returning to the Mothfolk with a slight furrowing of the brow. What was she talking about? Was she trying to take them back home? No, they couldn't. More than capable of showing kindness but incapable of accepting it themself, the Doctor instinctively refused, before even knowing for certain that was what the stranger wanted. Getting home was their own responsibility.

"I'm not scared," They huffed, looking away from her, "Nor do I require your aid. I just needed a few moments to rest." They'd always been stubborn, considered to be annoyingly so by most people, generally incredibly frustrating to deal with. "I'll be on my way now." Though the Doctor's voice was steady and certain, their movements were far from it. Still, they persisted.

Ignoring the offered aid, the Doctor slowly, carefully pushed themself to their feet, actually managing to stand upright, much to their surprise. However, that didn't last long. Before they had a chance to process what was happening, dark splotches appeared in their vision and they felt their world turn upside-down. Uh-oh, that wasn't good. And down they went again, falling sideways to the ground, expression blank, not a sound escaping them.