As Josephine neared the clearing again, she heard noise and movement ahead of her. Her footsteps slowed and she looked around carefully. Her gaze fell on a large buck whom had wandered from the forest, grazing near Raoul. They were lucky it was not a violent animal, but if spooked it could trample him. Cleverly, she snuck around silently before darting out so that the deer leapt off away from Raoul. "Lucky for us the deer was harmless. Had it been a bear both of us would be goners." She gently kissed his forehead as she knelt at his side, placing her bucket on the grass beside them. The small flask of water was the first thing to come out, and Josephine carefully propped Raoul up against her before unscrewing the cap. "Drink slowly, do not rush." The rim of the glass was put against his lips, her other arm wrapped around his lower waist, below the wound to hold him up.