"Thank you, Narron, but I should be okay," Tama said as he knelt beside the unconscious woman and checked the rest of her body for signs of trauma, then felt along her skin with gentle fingers. Her skin felt hot, which made him frown with concern, and she had a good-sized knot on her head, and she was obviously dehydrated, but...
He let out a sigh of relief. "She should be okay," he said, looking up. "From that accident Koi described, she's lucky--dehydration and a bump on the head, and but otherwise uninjured. She feels feverish, though, and that's what's most concerning. My guess is she's exhausted, and that she was either ill before the accident, or was stuck in the water so long it made her sick. Who knows how long she was there? And to see her friends drown..." He shuddered, feathers ruffling.
"I won't wake her," he said. "She's been through a trauma, and she needs to rest as long as her body needs. But I will heal her head; she could have concussed. And we do have to hydrate her, and watch her sickness. We shouldn't take her into the village, though, not while she's sick."
Looking over at Koi, he held out his hand, and she handed him the knife he'd given her to carry. Holding out his arm, he made a quick, small cut on his forearm, wincing a little at the pain, and let the blood drip onto the woman's brow. Magic flowed with it, his blood singing to hers, the offering made and the tithe paid. He closed his eyes and willed it to work, and didn't have to see to innately know that her flesh was healing.
He opened his eyes when it was done, and Koi handed him the cloth he'd brought with them, which he pressed to his wound to stop the bleeding. "Her injuries are healed, at least," he said, and looked to Narron. "Do you have more water in that skin?"
And then, pausing at the sight of Narron's face, his brow knit with concern. "Are you okay?"