Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38538389-20191229231319/@comment-44390494-20191230010156

Julihorse wrote: Heather squinted at him, realizing he'd been hurt. What had happened? She could barely remember any of the details. The only thing she recalled were strong arms pushing her against the tide. ..

"It was you," she breathed. A hint of hesitation crossed her face, but she shoved it away. This guy had saved her, the least she could do was help him.

(T Y P I N G . . .) Heather cautiously scooted closer, examining his wounds. She cringed at the state of his back. It was scraped and raspy with dried blood---or floowing. She could see streaks of gashed running across it, as if it had been slammed toughly against a hard surface. Suddenly, somthing hit her. The rock. There had been a large boulder, she recaled. He took the blow for me, Heather realized with a jolt. A new kind of determination filled her expression as she treated his wounds with the many herbs she'd collected from the woods throughout her life.