Sarya crossed her arms, looking down at the man with impatience and disgust as he floundered on the ground and protested her orders. His sudden choking elicits a look of puzzlement before Sarya's posture stiffens, the severity of his allergic reaction setting in. She inwardly cursed to herself, her thoughts turning to berating the man's fortitude as she looked around for a solution. He couldn't die on her...not yet.<br/><br/>She needed to get him out of the rain, that much was clear. The elven woman's eyes scanned her surroundings for refuge, the silhouette of a house and an attached shed catching her attention through the darkness and the rain. Sarya very much doubted any human inhabitants would understand the situation if they stumbled upon her during the night but it was her only shot at keeping the man alive...at least until he could tell her what she wanted to know. Sarya's hands grabbed at the man's arms, pulling his own hands away from his throat as she started the difficult task of dragging the large man to safety.<br/><br/>Minutes later, Sarya stumbled into the shed, falling over her own feet from exhaustion and landing rather ungracefully on the shed floor. A final desperate pull and she had the man inside though he had seemingly lost consciousness during the trip. Her lungs on fire and her muscles aching, Sarya pulled herself to her knees and checked on the man's condition. The rashes and swelling had bloated his face, disfiguring his appearance into something that could barely be described as human. A sound of disgust escaped from her throat as her hand hesitated to check his pulse. Her fingers finally came to rest against the side of his throat, a wave of relief washing over her as she felt the faint pulsing of his heartbeat. It was a small victory but she'd take it for now.<br/><br/>Now that her eyes had adjusted to the darker interior of the shed, Sarya stood with a groan and scanned for something to dry the man off with, hoping that being dry would aid his recovery. It wasn't really in her nature to play nurse for the wounded but she needed answers and she unfortunately needed him alive to get them. She began a frantic search of the shed, her hastened pace causing her to knock over the occasional farming tool or bump her head against the shed's low ceiling. In the end, all she could muster was a few discarded rags and a riding blanket. It wasn't much, but it'd be enough for now.<br/><br/>Drying the rain from his face and throat was simple enough but her focus soon turned to his soggy clothing. She cringed at the thought of what she was contemplating, the thought of his naked, swollen, and rash-covered body causing her stomach to turn. She let out a defeated sigh before grabbing her knife and cutting through man's soaked shirt, peeling the pieces away and tossing them onto the floor of the shed. Her face turned away as she threw the riding blanket over his torso, her hands pressing down on the blanket to absorb the rain. Sarya soon began to bring her knife toward his trousers, but found her hands freezing in place. "Only as a last resort" she told herself before putting her knife away and crawling toward the nearest wall.<br/><br/>Her head and back came to rest against the wall, her breathing still heavy from exertion. Sarya looked about the room uncomfortably, the damp cloth around her face was restricting her breathing but she hesitated to show her face this far from home. Her eyes studied the man laying across from her before lingering on the shed's opening, her ears scanning the darkness for any out of place sounds. Finally satisfied that she was alone, Sarya's hands tugged on the damp cloth around her face, exposing her nose and mouth to the night air with a deep sigh as she relaxed. It was going to be a long night.