He had a kind smile; one Marcella could see herself falling for, despite the way they had come to know one another. He was strong maybe even a bit toward her father's ways. His life mate would be happy with him. Mother goddess, it was killing her to see him in so much pain it was almost as if it was her own pain. Silent tears slid down her cheeks for the moment she was glad he couldn't see her. Her father would be furious if he saw her right now. He’d probably chastise both her and the wounded man for this; more so her with how far from home she was and the risk she had taken.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"No need to thank me, this I swear. If I can help keep the sanity of one of my own people I will. To save a hunter's life is honoring my brother's memory. You risked everything to save those you love. I couldn't call them, not when I was called here by Mother Earth"</span>She spoke in gentle tones trying to soothe his worry and let this man know he was not a burden upon her.<br/><br/>The young blond propped her hands on her hips when he turned from her, not that he could see this but it was her stubborn streak setting in. As he spoke, a protectiveness so fierce came to her it took the young Carpathian by surprise.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"You are young, still learning for the tainted to be so close to the family. I can see why it affected you the way it did hunter. Family is a precious thing epically when we don't have our life mates" </span>She spoke after he told his tale.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"What you did doesn't make you any less a hunter. Your efforts were not without rewards. The tainted one is dead, though many of the hunters are missing."</span>Her voice was soothing as she spoke, his eyes were a task she simply could not do. It required a more skilled healer. What she could do was clean the wounds and keep them clean.<br/><br/>The petite woman sighed a bit as she did her best to call some water from the ground, dampening a cloth strip.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"For your eyes all I can offer is a cleaning and wrapping your head"</span>Her tones showed her shame. When the blond heard his name her heart raced, his father was a friend of her own.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"It's a pleasure to meet you Ceiro"</span>His name flowed from her so well it was as if it was made for her mouth. As he began to speak again she wrapped the damp cloth around his head covering where his eyes should be.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Shhh..."</span>She faltered in her thoughts when he held her delicate hands.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I promise I will be here when the moon rises"</span>She spoke before opening the ground for them both. Moving him gently into it before following laying next to him in the rejuvenating soil, exhausted from her task.