Golde was taken aback from the rude woman's question, and was about to answer when she saw the Devil itself. It emerged and it seemed to be a manifestation of a poor child's nightmare. It seemed to her that this creature is lethal and will kill anything it sees moving. Golde on the other hand is slowly getting her strength back but not enough to run away completely from it. She only held her breath, her eyes wide in fear, and praying to the heavens that this creature wouldn't turn its head on her direction. Fortunately, it didn't.

Unfortunately, this only means it's eyes are set on the other survivors.

She watched in horror as a man literally ran head-first on the monster while another man in a soldier's uniform held his sword and waved it as a way of scaring the beast. Meanwhile, the short-haired rude woman from before moved to Golde's side while holding a plank as if defending her. Golde felt bad about immediately judging the woman based on first impressions. 

Golde continued as the fight in the beach continued until thankfully the monster escaped. She didn't dare move until the man who assaulted the beast approached the man with the sword and tend to its wounds. She let loose a sigh she didn't know she was holding until she felt they were all safe. She put her hand on the stone where she's leaning and managed to stand. Her body was still sore but she can manage to stand and walk with no problem. 

Golde put her hand on the short-haired woman's shoulder. [color=LightSalmon]"T... th..."[/color], she stuttered. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. [color=LightSalmon]"Thank you for protecting me. I greatly appreciate your kindness. My name is Golde Le'Reux, but you can call me Angel like how my family and friends called me back then"[/color], Golde said to the woman.

She turned her attention back to the others on the beach. [color=LightSalmon]"If you'll excuse me"[/color], she said before curtsying and walked towards two men. She saw how one man ripped a piece of his clothing to give to another man, who's dressed like how a royalty should, to wipe his bleeding wound. Golde also saw the big man's arms covered in long, bloody gashes as well.

Golde sat beside the man, took a few herbs from her cloth bag she's been carrying, and rubbed them together. Then she approached the big man. [color=LightSalmon]"I am a doctor and I need you to be very still, mister, so I can treat your wounds."[/color] Golde ripped off a cloth from her skirt to wipe the excess blood from his arms and apply a bit of pressure on his wounds. [color=LightSalmon]"I am going to apply and put my medicinal herbs on your wounds. I do apologize in advance as this might... sting a little"[/color], she said before carefully placing the herbs on the big man's wounds, knowing full well it will hurt a lot. Then she took off her shoal and ripped her skirt again to bandage the man's arms to keep the herbs in place. [color=LightSalmon]"These herbs will help heal your wounds and lessen their risk of infection. Do not let them get wet- well, wetter than they already are but I assure you they will still work. I will generally check back on them but rest assured I can remove the herbs hopefully by tomorrow"[/color], she said to the man.

Then she turned her attention to the man lying on the ground next to them. Like what she thought before when she first saw him, it seems the man may be of royalty. A king, maybe a duke or an aristocrat? These manners do not trouble Golde that much as all is fair and equal in the eyes of doctors. She studied the bite marks on the rich man's shoulder. Then she grabbed a cloth beside the man lying down, turned to the man she treated before and mouthed a 'thank you', and proceeded to wipe the blood off the wound and put a bit of pressure on it. 

[color=LightSalmon]"Judging from the bite mark, the wound is thankfully no fatal, although the real enemy here is the risk of infection. Like what I did to this man, I am going to apply my medicinal herbs on your wound"[/color], she said as she acquired herbs from her cloth bag and prepped them. Then she carefully put it on the rich man's shoulder and ripped her sleeves to wrap the wound with, gently helping the man raise his shoulder to wrap it below his armpit and shoulder.

Golde stood up and brushed the sand from her dress which now cuts before her elbows and her knees. [color=LightSalmon]"Thank you for your bravery heroes"[/color], she addressed to the big man, the rich man lying before her, the soldier not far from them, and the short-haired woman. [color=LightSalmon]"Because of your valiant and heroic efforts, not a single soul was lost today, though I do fear for the woman who just ran off earlier. Oh yes, introductions first. My name is Golde Le'Reux, a doctor, though you can call me Angel whichever you like"[/color], she said to the group with a serene smile on her face.