With the surrender of the crossbow-wielding bandit, Leifr released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. As he buckled his cursed blade against his waist he noticed his arms still trembling from adrenaline. That's right; it was the first time Leifr had sustained a real injury. Though he has been battered and bruised in all his sparring lessons and duels, the bloodlust and violence of real combat was on an entirely different level. Leifr was in awe at the strangeness of combat, fully aware of his wound but at the same time not really believing it was there. Drooping his head to look at it, there was a dull pinch all along the gash on his torso and he wondered how it would feel if it were deeper like— 

Fiore.

At that moment a voice rang out from the distance without hostility. Leifr instinctively looked towards the source and saw what appeared to be a beautiful woman with short red hair. Wincing as a bright light glared from the woman’s face, Leifr shook off his curiosity and quickly dismounted.

“We were attacked by bandits!” He called out to the figure as he quickly rummaged through a satchel on his warhorse which was now breathing heavily and fidgeting from the wound obtained in the previous battle. The lowered tension made Leifr's own wound start stinging viciously, but it was bearable. Pulling out some small rolls of cloth that were previously treated with inexpensive healing ointments, Leifr rushed over to Fiore and dropped to his knees.

“Sir Fiore, I purchased some bandages during my earlier travels and was fortunate enough not to have need for them until now.” Fiore was taught some basic first aid by his tutors but even he knew that his technique was crude at best. Leifr silently berated himself for not being more wary and purchasing additional healing salves and ointments. Perhaps Lyrisa or the woman had knowledge of medicine?

“One of ours sustained heavy wounds,” he called out to the woman, hoping for his mental image of an angelic beauty rushing over and curing Fiore his ailment to come true. Liefr turned his head to face the remaining bandit and continued fiercely, “Though wounded myself, fighting another bandit or two would be of no inconvenience!”

Huffing confidently after his words, Leifr winced as his wound's stinging grew evermore present.

“Lady Kor–” He shook his head, remembering what she said before the battle. Inhaling deeply and swallowing some spit, he started over, “L-Lyrisa.” Even if he could say it, there was no way he could stick it in a sentence and so he defaulted back to his original speech, “Milady, have you learned of any treatments or medical aid to save Sir Fiore?”