"We can assign blame later.  There are more urgent matters to attend to."<br/><br/>As her body relaxed against the tree, he held her and lowered her until she was prone on the ground.  He went to work immediately, tearing open the sleeve with his bare hands.  The gash would usually have been life-threatening, but Forchun's skill with first aid and magical healing minimized the damage.  He focused as he lay his hands on her wound.  When he removed them, the cuts were mostly closed up and he was satisfied that she would be stabilized.  He cast another spell to relieve whatever pain was left.  Still, she needed rest.<br/><br/>"You are no longer in danger, Miss.  Death is no longer a threat.  Now... sleep."  He put his hand over her eyes and to make her drowsy.<br/><br/>