Jannet looked at the man. His groggy eyes ran over her. She assumed he was assessing weather she was a threat or not. Setting the pot down on the stones to boil in the fire, she looked over to him.  â€œPlease donâ€™t move. You could open your wounds even more.â€ Didnâ€™t this man understand anything? He should know not move. And how could it be that he didnâ€™t know where he was. Someone should know all the landmarks of the forest before even considering entering it. She could have made her way through the forest years ago but her teachers wanted not a single chance of something going wrong.â€ You are near the center of the forest.â€ She said exasperated expression on her face. â€œYour friends are dead, I assume you were hunting or searching for vampires?â€ She said a silent smirk resting on her lips. Another idiot. He had probably been trying to impress some human and now he was wounded and his friends were dead. He would have a good story to. Stupid thing probably didnâ€™t even understand death the way it should be. Revered. Death is both a gift and a curse depending on whom it appears to. So the boy probably wouldnâ€™t understand the seriousness of his friendâ€™s deaths. At least she had a way to get into the human encampment now.  Moving closer to him she bent over his frame, checking the bandages. â€œNothing to deep but this shoulder wound may be serious.â€ She said pressing near the wound. â€œTell me when it hurts to much.â€ She said applying more pressure.