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Zanthe: *looks at Darnell* ...We should really get you somewhere you can rest and recover...

Therigan: *softly translates, preceding her words with, "she says"*

Darnell: .............. *n-nodnod* Uh, okay. Y-yup... *will struggle to his feet, retrieving his satchel, hat, and the clothes he'd stripped off to try to see to his wounds himself*

Zanthe: *hops up and will help him. His wound may be numbed at the moment, but that doesn't mean he needs to strain himself.*

Darnell: *flinches from her on reflex before letting her support him, leaning...rather heavily, really*

Zanthe: *will head for the large trees. They're where she came from, since they'll make for decent shelter for the evening.*

Therigan: *will...hesitate before struggling to his feet to follow... the blue glowing substance has soaked the furn down the front of him, and he's limping as he follows them.*

Darnell: *lets her lead him, but once there, he's finally able to turn and see if the creature is following...only to realized he's wounded* Ah! You're hurt! *blinks* That blue stuff...that's...your blood?

Therigan: Oh, ah...y-yes.

Zanthe: *turns to look* Oh, you're hurt too! Here let me see to it.

Therigan: I...th-thank you. I-if you could just get the...ah... bullet out, I'll be fine. *"bullet" is the only word of that Darnell will understand, there must not be a word for it in this language.*

Zanthe: Bull-let? *still she's gathering her things*