The princess was, if you looked through the dirt and the smears of blood on her body, especially around her pussy, a very hot young girl. The kind of girl that if she hadn't been a princess, would have shared his bed already. Hood had a very distinct taste in girls, the naive ones, perhaps a bit shy, whether or not they were a virgin wasn't so much important to him, but as long as he could teach them things, what it was to be with a very experienced man, that was his forte.<br/>Only when he put the heavy cloak around her small frame, he noticed her bound wrists and with a quick slice of his bllade, he cut the rope away. But the princess was exhausted, looking extremely pale and was probably even weaker as the signs showed him.<br/><br/>He was man enough to know not to ask her to stand up herself and thus immediately discarded protocol. There were more pressing matters at hand, than to worry about touching the princess. He sank to his knees, wrapping an arm around her back, and lifted her up, first to see whether she could stand, which wasn't the case, so he picked her up in his arms. 'Hold'n tight, M'lady'.  When he had her up, he shifted her into his left arm, but his hand unwillingly slipped under the cloak, resting on the naked skin of her back. The hell with protocol, he needed to get out of the fortress. He was going to take her to a small cabin in the woods, two hours hard walk from the fortress. They had passed the cabin on the way in and he had left some provisions there. Wood was plenty available in the cabin and he would light a fire and examine the girl for wounds.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later he was out on the forest trail, not even a goat's path, overgrown with weeds and he had to be careful where to put his feet, as well as keep a constant eye on the princess. The place his hand rested on her skin started to get warmer, from the heat of his hand. He pressed on as fast as he could, but couldn't prevent the trek lasting a little longer as he had hoped, having to stop twice to re-catch his breath. He wasn't used in carrying a girl in this manner. He was greeted at the cabin by Bran, who informed him all had gone well. His friend only slightly glanced at the girl in Hood's arms, before heading out. 'Godspeed Hood, fare you well, we'll meet at Tillie's'.<br/><br/>Inside he put the girl down on a small bed, after having it pulled close to the fire-place. He quickly gathered some wood, lighting a fire, before filling a bucket out back at a small stream. Inside he searched for a piece of cloth, and when he found one, he pulled a chair next to the bed, carefully pushing away the cloak. 'Apol'gies, M'lady. I's going t'clean you'p a little. I's need t'check fer inj'ries'.