Paisley didn't slow her pace though her shoulder ached from the weight and wound from earlier. As the boy began to speak, she pressed her lips into a thin line before responding, "Shut up kid. You're not going to die. Not if I can help it." The poor sap was in sorry shape but if she could get him to town, the doctors might be able to save him. Why had he been out wondering anyways? Was he a newbie, brought to forest by the same knowledge as everyone else? She signed. He had just been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Kianna was in one of her moods and he had been in her path of rage. Poor thing.