Taliaren was more than a little surprised to see the spell work. Barely a second longer and her hand would be burned and the man would be dead. Obviously, she had not expected to succeed: she had seen only thirteen summers and her training had only gone so far. But she had, despite her expectations and fears and she had saved this man. Except now, he was awake and the pain of he injuries she could not heal (as there were too many of them) had hit him. He was screaming, but sadly there was nothing more Taliaren could do for him: she was exhausted already from the spell and the only painkiller available was the willow bark already wrapped around his injuries (willow bark is a very useful material). Eventually the pain faded enough that he could fall to sleep, though likely not a pleasant one.

Taliaren decided to rest by the base of a tree herself as she was very tired. She made sure, though, not to fall asleep, as to be caught unawares by, say, a bear was to be caught in a truly difficult situation. Fortunately, this precaution proved unnecessary, and she spent most of her time simply watching the river, listening to the birds or something else like that. She spent a short while looking at her reflection in the river. Dark hair tied back to keep it away from tree branches and out of eyes. The aforementioned blue-grey eyes, and the thin lips and light skin. A handful of cuts from encounters with brambles and thorns (Talara was strongly against the use of magic outside of serious circumstances and would neither heal these nor let Taliaren try herself). Strong legs from walking up to a dozen miles every day. Ignoring the social norms of more populated regions, preferring the practicality of hide shirt, jacket and trousers to the stupid skirts, corsets and gowns worn by more "civilised" girls and women.

The man, now sleeping on the forest floor, was certainly an odd character. A little short, dark hair, and, strangely, no clothes. It was quite arkward, but as least he wasn't awake. Now that no one was at risk of dying, Taliaren first began to wonder what had brought him here - why he was so badly hurt and what had brought him to be drifting down a river on the brink of death. Weirdly enough, it was neither a situation Taliaren was used to dealing with, nor a kind of person she was used to speaking to.

A few hours passed, and Taliaren's strength began to return to her. It was just as she needed to start heading home that the man finally woke up fully, obviously still in some pain, but not debilitatingly so.

Living so far from civilisation lead Taliaren to be pretty bad with first impressions (and with socialising in general), but she tried her best. "Oh! You're awake! Erm, hello. I'm Taliaren. I, er, I found you here."