The day had been long and hot, and Arisu is happy to be headed back for her village in order to get cleaned up, eat supper, sleep and return again to the family fields tomorrow. She leads the way, leaving her parents and her siblings behind in the dust, so to speak. She always has been a fast walker.  She smiles when the faint out lines of buildings come into view, but slows her pace when she spots a figure laying in the road.<br/><br/>She cautiously approaches, wary of any tricks. The figure, which she can see now is a male, quite naked as a matter of fact, doesn't look like he could hurt anyone right now. Sweat covers his skin, probably caused by fever if the red tint of his face is anything to go by. Arisu isn't a doctor, but she's pretty sure his arm is broke. His breathing is rather shallow and labored as well. "Father!", she calls out, not knowing what to do the help the poor boy. The others come running at her shout.<br/><br/>A short time later, she quietly pokes her head into her family's small guest bedroom. Her mother had set and bound his broken arm bone, along with placed a cool wet cloth on his forehead in order to help the fever. Careful not to make noise, she slips into the room and dips and wrings out the cloth before placing it back on his forehead.