#trishtros

“This is why you should check your surroundings BEFORE opening chests, Rhal.  You’re a hunter, you know the wilds are dangerous!  Now hold still.”  Trishelle’s voice was stern, but grateful that he wasn’t seriously wounded by the sanwa that attacked them.

“I know, it just caught me off-NGH!”  He gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure of the bandage tighten around his wound.  His grimace formed into a small, sheepish smile as he watched her finish up bandaging his arm.  It’d been one of the few times she’s joined him on a hunt, especially one involving buried treasure.  He was grateful to his friend for coming along, bringing along her thamaturgical expertise and skill with binding wounds.  After she cleaned it off, she sighed and looked back up at him.  “There; took a bit, but it’s done.  That was the last map?”“Aye, that it was; now to buy anot-”“Rhal…”

“Fine, fine; I’ll let it rest.”  As he and Trishelle walked towards the edge of the island before calling their mounts, he placed his hand on her shoulder, a small, yet appreciative grin on his face..  “Thanks, Trish.”