<div style="text-align: justify;">Elizabeth had never seen a man die before her eyes, as it was to be expected from a lady whose days were spent at the house caring for her family. The shock lasted for a few seconds, but Elizabeth’s attention soon turned to more important matters. For those who were dead, one could do nothing but pray. It was the living one had to worry more about. Feeling her heart sink when she noticed how seriously Wil was wounded, Elizabeth used her own hand to cover his wound, feeling Wil’s warm blood seep through her delicate fingers.<br/><br/>When he started speaking, Elizabeth listened intently. She needed to know what she could do to help. One thing she was sure of - Elizabeth was not about to leave Wil alone there. He was too injured to be left alone in case someone did come for him. At the moment, Elizabeth felt that she could take up his sword and defend her beloved if needed. Of course, she had never touched a weapon in her life. But she believed that they would not need to go to that extreme. Or at least she hoped.<br/><br/>“You cannot be left on your own, Wil”, Elizabeth stated firmly. She could feel him closer to collapsing at each passing second, and that did not bode well. “And I shall not leave you. Should we die, we will die together. Should we live, we both will”. When Wil collapsed to that position, Elizabeth moved closer to him, allowing his back to rest against her body. Her mind worked feverishly, wondering what she could do to help. First things first, she decided. Despite her lack of knowledge in treating battle wounds, it was clear that bandaging it firmly to stop the bleeding was the first step. <br/><br/>Staying where she was, Elizabeth moved a leg so she could reach the hem of her dress. After some tugging and pulling, she finally manage to rip out some fabric, enough - she hoped - to use as a bandage. “You have cared for me, now allow me to care for you”, Elizabeth murmured. After these words, she moved to a better position to get closer to the wound. “This might hurt, my love, but it must be done”, she whispered, before starting to bandage the wound as best as she could. <br/><br/>She felt a cold fear of doing something wrong, but she would never leave Wil alone there to bleed out or be killed by another brigand. “Can you stand to get up on Morningstar?”, she asked, while working on bandaging the wound tightly. “Our best chance is to try and reach home together, so you may be properly cared for there. I shall not leave you behind, so do not waste either your time or your breath telling me that I should”.<br/><br/>After these firm words, Elizabeth finally fell silent and focused on her work while waiting for an answer from Wil.</div>