May shifted her body weight, lifting his head gently and placing it on one thigh to support him. She subconsciously brushed his hair with her fingers. Something about wounded things, she always took care of them. She once took in a chipmunk who had lost its leg, a fruit bat that got injured, a baby rabbit who lost its mother. Yes, she had a soft spot for the injured...more so for the animals though. "You're lucky to be alive...that was an awfully close encounter. I think the dust cloud that was stirred up kept you hidden and safe...<strong>It</strong>came back..." She gently tilted the canteen up, then pulling it back after a trickle entered his mouth, doing this a few times to help him.