Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140623175035

((I honestly didn't even see that part about the chunk of wood in her leg until just now. Terribly sorry about that. Probably for the best that I left my previous post at that, though, or it would've been another page or so longer...))

His attention turning to the wound in Sanguis' leg and the wood jutting out of it, Camo told himself, (OK, priority number one: let's see if I can get that thing out of her without making it worse.) Unfortunately, no matter what way he looked at it, there was no removing the chunk of shrapnel at the moment without risking her bleeding out. It didn't help that it was stuck in her thigh, a place on a woman's body (or on anyone's, for that matter) where he didn't really want to touch without explicit consent. At the very least, though, he was able to treat her other injuries, silently thanking his captain the whole time for teaching him how to effectively administer first aid with minimal supplies.

After cleaning Sanguis up the best he could with his limited knowledge/experience and available tools, Camo realized that something important was missing from her usual gear: her weapon. It must have gotten knocked out of her grip during the fight, and he had been too focused on getting her to safety to think about it at the time. After ensuring that no Grimm were out and about, he returned to the vicinity of the dead Ursa Major to retrieve the weapon. To his surprise, no additional enemies had showed up yet, so he was able to move about freely until discovering and reclaiming the object of his search.

By the time Camo returned to the cave, dusk had settled over Forever Falls, and creatures of the night were beginning to stir from their rest. Thinking fast, the wily archer cut a few large folds of brush from the nearby foliage and spread it across the mouth of the cave. After ensuring that it provided at least some concealment, he returned to Sanguis and assessed her condition. "(Considering how badly she was hurt, she seems awfully calm,)" he whispered to himself with some measure of intrigue. "(I didn't give her enough credit before: she's a whole lot tougher than I imagined. I should apologize when she wakes up...)"

((I'll stop here to limit the size of my post and to allow San to react, if you wish. Otherwise, the next post will have Camo try to get that splinter out of her leg.))