The princess was everything he wanted in a girl, but the one thing he'd never done, nor would do, was to take a girl against her will. When he was done cleaning her, she looked even worse as before, the dirt and dried up blood having covered her bruises, and he felt sorry for letting the warlord off so easily. Prolonged torture would have been too easy. But Hood realised as well that the princess wasn't in any state to travel, at least not for a couple of days. He had provisions for a day and a half, maybe two, if he would ration the both of them, but there was the possibility to hunt for a small animal, a hare maybe or some small fowl. First things first, he thought to understand that the girl wanted something to drink.<br/><br/>He found a wooden jug, rinsed it off in the water from the bucket and then took a small portion of the strong liquor in the provisions. But right before he was going to help the princess drink, he thought it wouldn't be such a good idea. He looked at the helpless girl. 'I's jus' gonna refresh'n t'water, m'lady'.  He hurried outside, throwing the dirtied water away, rinsing off the bucket in the stream and filling it with fresh water. Bucket in hand, he made his way back into the cabin, and lengthened the liquor with a large portion of water. He was by no means a healer, or even did he know how to take care of severe wounds, but cleaning up he could do and the girl had no cuts on her body, just the bruises. But he had no idea if and what damage had been done to her internal private parts. Of course, he had taken girls hard and rough, at times, but with their permission, and that made him think it couldn't be as bad as a girl taken against her will, with her body and mind resisting.<br/><br/>He sat on the bed, helping the girl up a little. 'Drink slow, m'lady. Small sips'. But the girl clearly was very thirsty, for she wanted to take more as she could manage. Hood had to pull the jug from her lips a couple of times. 'Please m'lady, slower'.  When the girl had finished about half of the jug, he put her back on the bed, putting the jug on the floor next to the bed. He sort of washed the cloth, putting fresh water on it. He kept on the bed, close to the girl, every now and then wetting her lips. His mind was racing about what he could do, but very little came to him. Rest, yes, mainly rest. Physical bruising could heal quickly, but how much was the princess scarred on the inside, in her mind. All he could do was look after her and take care of her, for the time being.