The stranger worked until every fingernail was free of toothpicks, cleaned, and bandaged, then set in on her other injuries. She had stitches in her stomach, likely the work of Carl, that had torn open, also likely the work of Carl. He cleaned, repaired, and dressed the wounds, then searched for further injuries. When he found the bruising on her face, he choked on a growl of fury. She'd been slapped and punched in the face so much it was all black and blue, but he'd assumed that was the worst of it. Upon closer examination, he found that she had a broken cheek bone. It wasn't serious, and would heal on its own, but she would be in massive pain for some time.<br/><br/>When he finished all he could do to make her more comfortable, her mumbling descriptions of the stars were fading, broken often by whimpers. He knew the trance he'd woven for her was unraveling.<br/><br/>Gently, he cupped a hand over her cheek and spoke softly to her, "Alright, Aria... you did fantastic. You're better now, but I think you need to rest. Do you understand me? I want you to lie down in the grass under the stars, and go to sleep. Just let it all go, and sleep until you feel rested, alright? I will be here when you wake. Don't worry about anything."