Sunniva was angry.
Irritated. Angry. She chewed on her lip, tried to wipe the blood off of his arm and she swallowed carefully before she finally pressed her head to his chest. Maybe he was dead? No, he couldn't be dead. It wouldn't have been that easy. "Krah?" She whimpered out, giving his shoulder one last shake. Nothing. Fine.
Sunniva stood up quickly, dragging her feet until she found the gravel path and she followed it. Of course, while she was worried, she was more angry, and while she was angry, she knew no one would help an angry woman. So, she pressed a hand to her mouth and faked crying while she walked. Loudly. Obnoxiously.
"Oh... Oh no," she cried, one hand to her stomach. Then she started to rush, well, walk faster. The sounds of footsteps were heard and hands were on her shoulders, "Miss?" Was a panicked mans voice, a brief moment and she saw herself covered in blood, a smear of it on her cheek.
"My husband... my husband was attacked," She fake sobbed, grabbing he strangers hands and tugging him towards where she recalled Krah being, "He managed to fight the attacker off but he's fallen and won't get up." Another fake hiccup, convincing, or at least she thought so, and she moved her hand to her lower stomach, cupping her abdomen, "I took him out here to ... to tell him about..." Sunniva sobbed again and the man rushed to where Krah was, ready to help.
"He's huge!" The man complained and Sunniva sobbed harder, one hand on her abdomen and the other one covering her face. Sunniva knew the attack was getting worried glances.
"He did that?"
Sunniva nodded, "He was angry! I could have been hurt!"
The man took a deep breath and did his best to haul Krah up and slowly but surely, dragged him back to the town.