Urudal followed that beautiful creature out of the water and this time he did not deny Ilion his glimpse, or stare, whatever he decided.  Urudal was proportionate to his form, large, thick, and solid like the rest of him.  Even not currently at attention, it seemed as if it were.  His people weren’t exactly like humans, where they grew into their length.  He was pretty close. Though he wasn’t insanely huge or perhaps fitting would become an issue.<br/><br/>Urudal moved to the rock nearest his clothes as Directed and sat down, so one arm could rest up on his knee as he stretched out his wounded leg. His eyes followed Ilion’s every movement. One, he thought Ilion was beautiful, but two and at the moment, the more important of the two, he was curious about what the other would do.<br/><br/>Urudal was no shaman, no healer.  Any time he was hurt he would either ignore it and hope it went away, or go see a doctor.  Simple things like a bandage he could do, but stitches or salves or any of that crap was just out of his league.  He had to trust Ilion to do the right thing and not drug him up with something awful. Or slice him up worse.   Urudal didn’t think Ilion was going to murder him, but that’s what good murderers make you believe ... believe you are safe.