Shayre looked at the girl with a perplexed and slightly worried look on his face as she consecutively rested against his chest, panicked and calmed down, all in hardly over a minute's worth of time.
Maybe she has a fever, he thought, as he studied her face that was still red and warm from running. It would explain her behavior, maybe.
He was about to raise his hand to feel her forehead when she suddenly started crying. A rush of panic went through his body at the sight of tears, as crying girls were not his forte. A bit awkwardly he patted her back, feeling her body shake as she cried out "I don't want to die here.". He sushed soft nonsense at her, trying to think of something to say.
"Whatever did that is gone... It won't hurt you anymore, I promise. And if it comes back I'll protect you."
Protect her? A voice inside his head smirked at him. Look at you acting all heroic. If whatever did that to her leg comes here, the only thing you can do in your condition is distract it while it eats you first... The truth was, if he had been alone, he would probably have curled up beneath the tree and stayed there. Ugh his head... It probably was a good thing that someone showed up who seemed to need his help, as having to take care of someone seemed to give him strength.
He tried to ignore the thoughts that kept popping up in his head, now was hardly the opportune the time to do a psychological analysis off himself. He returned his attention back to the young woman, who buried herself against his shoulder, only crying louder now. "Please, make it stop!" Her voice was pitiable and small, reminding him somewhat of the cries of a wet kitten. Great, there I go again, stay on topic, will you? He wanted to yell at his brain, that seemed to do everything in his power to think of anything but the situation right now.
"Hush, don't worry. We'll go somewhere safe for now okay? Then I'll take a look at that leg of yours, and my head, and whatever wounds everyone might have besides these... And then everything is going to be alright"
Shayre smiled reassuringly, although the girl probably wasn't looking at his face. He looked up, searching the blonde girl, hoping she could either console or help support the crying girl. They really did need to get out of here. Had none of them been wounded he would have decided to keep walking until they found civilization, but one look at the brown haired girl told him that this wasn't really an option right now.
Priorities, get your priorities straight. What do we need first? Food wasn't important. Safety was, but honestly he had no idea which direction safety would be. A place to wash their wounds, drink... He wasn't sure about the blonde one, but the raspy breath of the crying girl made him think she was at least as thirsty as he was. Downhill, they needed to go lower, where water would be. They couldn't walk far in their condition, but a little bit had to be enough. There had to be water around somewhere, the plants were too green and lush to be far from water. He looked downhill, and after checking the sun deduced that it was somewhat northwest.
"Are you able to walk?"
The question felt stupid as he asked it, as far as he could see, the girl could hardly stand, let alone walk. Her leg looked even worse when he looked at it again. Dark blood came from a nasty gash at the back of her leg, there was no doubt that it had been some kind of animal. He was amazed that the young girl had managed to get away from a creature so big. Looking at her muddied face more closely however, he realized she wasn't really the young girl he had held her for. At least she was older than the other girl, who seemed to be around 15 or 16. Perhaps she was 18, or even 19? Still, it remained an impressive feat.