The warm sun of the noon made his armour shine brilliantly through the spots painted crimson from his fight with the maternal dragon earlier. Yet he wasn't hurt at all, an act of desperation was more than often very inaccurate.
In the aftermath of the battle, lost in thought, Acacius didn't hear the severely wounded human. It wasn't untill she croaked out her plea for help that his thoughts were interrupted. He turned to her and tied the spear to his back, jogging to close the small distance that was left between them.
He slapped the baby dragon that was found nibbling on her fingers. Hard enough toto stagger it to pull it away, but not tooto hard to actuallyget permamently hurt the critter. The whispered plea was heard clearly by Acacius and one arm snaked underneath her armpjt toto keep her from sinking to the floor. His other arm went toto the back of her knees, before slowly pulling her up in his arms. He knew moving her around was a bad idea, but it was an even worse idea to leave was like this. Acacius was prideful and righteous, he wouldn't leave a hurt soul to their own devices.
It was a relative short walk to his camp, which was safely tucked away inside a cave. Yet it took him longer with the hurt woman in his arms, making sure to be tender and bot make her wounds any worse than they were.
He laid her down on his bedroll and pulled off his helmet, putting it down next to the small, flakkering fire that had dimly lit the cave. It was sparked backk to life by sendignng a surge of electricity through one of the coals.
Acacius gripped the blood soaked shirt and ripped it to shreds, discarding the bloody cloths to the side. He leaned forward to examine her wounds, taking a clean cloth in hands. He grabbed his satchel and dipped the nuzzle of the flask against the cloth and started toto wipe away the blood around the wound for better view, making sure not to touch her wounds in the process.
