Gwendolyn winced. Poor man. What sort of fate had wrought this life upon him? Yet if they were to save his life, they needed to act. There was far too much bloodloss.

"[i]Its alright...[/i]" She tried to sound soothing, a lyrical quality coming to her words. "[i]We only want to help you. That arrowhead is buried deep within and needs to be taken out.[/i]" She came closer. "[i]What is your name?[/i]"