The blond let herself calm down, relaxing the best she could. She knew in order to ease him she had to be calm; despite how he still clung to her wrist. He was holding his breath in wait of her answer; so it seemed as he exhaled when she started to speak. Her determination to save the dark haired man in front of her took over as she began to work . Marcella has the strips in various lengths to account for the various wounds on him. Even part of her dress was sacrificed to make bandages, a sling and splints. Looking him over, he was made for agility something he had failed to use for reasons unknown to her. Even in his state there was an attractiveness to him. She pushed the thoughts aside, knowing she had to focus. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Don't thank me yet. I haven't done anything worthy of it"</span>There was honesty in her voice as she spoke.<br/><br/><br/>Rubbing her wrist a little as they hurt from him holding so tight, she pushed her slender fingers in the soil to loosen it. There was a fear in him; she felt it, and a need in her to quell it. Luck as it be, the Mother goddess blessed them to be in fertile soil, plenty for her to pack his wounds as well as for them to go to ground. The small blond couldn't help but to wonder what the male before her was thinking, he was in a state most Carpathian males didn't find them selves. Exhaling slowly, Marcella called to her wooden planks. Placing them on either side of the severely injured leg, holding lifting his le to place strips underneath packing the wound before she tied it securely, doing the same to the other.She carefully packed the wound on his abdomen before doing the best she could to bind his ribs. Before making a sling for him, she knew he needed his back tended to.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I'm sorry hunter I have to lift you to tend to your back."</span>It was clear that she was discomforted by the idea of putting him in more pain.<br/><br/><br/>Her delicate frame surprisingly wasn't having as much trouble as she normally would lifting him. Tears seeped from her ice like eyes to see what he had survived, yet he hadn't gave up. His life mate was a lucky woman to have him fight so hard to come home to her. She made quick work of the wounds on his back, and wrapped his head and eyes before moving onto the sling. To insure that it didn't come undone, she fastened it with her owl pendant she always kept on her. When he asked her name she was silent till she moved him to a more comfortable position. She was tired now, she could feel the sun coming, knowing they had maybe an hour two at the most before it would rise.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"My name is Marcella Auvergne. What is yours, hunter?"</span>her tones were light, as she sat down next to him. So close she could touch him if she so pleased.