He was only barely responsive, still just conscious enough to give her a mumbled response. This was good. He needed to sleep. She turned his head to the side, adjusting the angle, then carefully began stitching the wound closed. It was long, slightly jagged at the ends. This was a split wound rather than a laceration. It mean he'd been hit incredibly hard. No wonder he was so woozy and grumpy. Anyone would be with a blow like this. His eyes remained half open, but she wasn't sure just how conscious he was.<br/><br/>Her fingers were quick and agile as she carefully pulled the needle through his skin again and again. were anyone to be watching her work, it would be obvious she was experienced with this sort of procedure.<br/><br/>Without realizing it, she began talking to him. She automatically used a soothing voice, giving little emotional inflection. The monotone voice, she expected, would help to lull him into sleep. He needed it.<br/><br/>"Its funny... I've done this so many times... but mostly to myself. I only ever stitched a couple wounds that were not my own. I guess that is rather morbid, but we do what we must, right? I'm pretty sure you could have healed this yourself, after the concussion wears off, and you likely still will... but by then it'd become infected, and you'd have to use a heavy purge spell before you could heal it. This way, you'll only have to close the wound. I was never much of a people person.. so it is a bit awkard to simply talk like this... I'm not sure what else to say... but judging by your expression, its helping, whether you know what i'm saying or not. So... I'll just continue. I'm not sure where i'll go next, and I don't know where you will be going. We can't chase after the thief, so... I suppose we'll part ways tomorrow. I hope you don't remember any of this tomorrow, so that you don't remember me saying I wish that wasn't true. For the first time, I'm picturing what it might be like not to travel alone all the time... It can't happen though. People are after me, for good reason, and I will never be the sort of person to wish her troubles on anyone. They'll find me before long. they always do. And when that happens, there will be trouble. I'll handle it just like always, find a way to send them packing, and escape with my life, and what little I can take with me. It is the way of things. Part of me wonders what it would be like to not have to keep moving. Keep searching. Keep digging. Keep hiding. Keep surviving. It would almost be boring to live in one place... to have a steady home, a bed to sleep in, a table to eat on...."<br/><br/>She frowned and stopped the stream of words, not wanting to say more, in case he would remember any of it. Instead she began humming. Her voice was low and soft, a steady melody that danced and caressed. It was a melody that always came to mind, though she couldn't remember where she'd learned it.<br/><br/>when she finished with the stitches, she did her best not to disturb him as she cleaned up the soiled cloths and other supplies. After cleaning the wound one last time, she left it without a bandage. The medical supplies were slipped carefully away where they would not bounce out of the cart, the tail gate of the cart carefully and gently locked into place beside the knight, and the tarp pulled back over the frame, covering him from the elements. He would not be disturbed, she hoped, and he would sleep long and well. It was what he needed. There was nowhere she needed to go, really, but she knew there would be no food to find here, so close to the city wall. The ground was level enough, so she figured motion wouldn't do him harm. She climbed up into the seat at the front of the cart, picked up the reigns, and began to drive slowly and carefully back to the road.<br/><br/>Only an hour later, she'd stopped again. There was a nice river here, and she could hear critters in the woods. This was a good sign. She found a perfect clearing to pull into with the large cart, then pulled a few fallen branches and other foliage into the small path she'd formed, hiding them from sight of those passing by on the road. As quietly as she could manage, she began setting up camp. She chopped wood, fetched water, built braces beside the fire to hang her cooking pot, then left to go and find food. They would need meat.