Marcella's ice blue eyes could see the need and desperation on the male's face. The blood on her was a sticky hot liquid, some was starting to congeal on the cloth and alabaster skin beneath the fabric. The Carpathian still had her pinned to the rich soil, she could feel pebbles mixed in as they dug into her back. What this man needed was a healer, and though not the best, the young woman could do it. she need to do get this man to let her up, so the healing could start, as time was against them before the moon would set. She wasn't going to run. she hadn't risked her life to run now. If he was going to kill her, he would have while he drank from her; But he had apologized and felt remorse. She knew this was a man fighting for life, doing what he needed to so he could go back to his life mate. her instincts told her to save him, even as the dark haired male's face pressed into her now dirty blond locks.<br/><br/><br/>She moved her head just slightly to look at him, seeing just how deep the wound on his head was.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Why didn't I bring bandages with me or anything for healing?</span></i>a chastising question. There it was, confirmation he was one of the lost hunters; little wonder he was in such a state. Knowing that he had been cut off from everyone and everything that he had known for so long only made her want to return this man to his family even more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"You'll get home to your Valla, I'm sure of it. You must believe it yourself."</span>Speaking with a shaky voice; yet there was determination there as well<br/><br/><br/>When this proud Carpathian male pleaded for the petite terrified female to help him once more; it seemed like that was when the thought hit. His wounds needed to be closed. Marcella pulled her arms back where she could sit up at the very least.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Listen to me, please"</span>She paused taking a deep breath to calm herself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I need you to trust me. These wounds need to be tended to. I'm going to start examining them."</span>She told him as she turned to where she could look at him better, untying her cloak from around her. She started with his legs, she was going to have to splint them at the very least. She sighed, looking around at the rich soil. the best she could do was pack most of the wounds and pray it healed. As she inspected the severity of the wounds, the young Carpathian took up her cloak and began to tear it; making strips out of the delicate fabric.