She looked down at it in surprise. The adrenaline had hit her so that she almost forgot she had been hit, but she was now beginning to feel a dull pain from the cut. “I... I think so.”
The wound was minimal, but long, running down her arm. She kept her eyes on the troll, her face one of nervous anticipation.
It was completely frozen, the eyes stony and unmoving. He frowned, looking up at her. "Do you have any bandages?'
She looked down at him, wiping at the blood and pulling away, standing up. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Can you walk?”
“Can we go?” she asked plaintively, looking up at the troll again. “I don’t... I’m worried he’s going to wake up again.”
He looked back with a frown and nodded. He started forward, moving with the slightest limp. "Yes. Let's go."
She offered him the scythe as a walking stick. She glanced up at the blade, frowning at the troll drool before wiping it in the grass and then offering it again.
She nodded, stealing one last glance at the troll before they left. The handle of the scythe was smooth in the places where her hands had worked with it, the old blade in need of a good sharpening.
They continued away towards the light, Zerras frowning slightly as they went. "Are you sure you're okay?"
She nodded, looking up at him. "I'm alright," she said quietly. "Just... shell-shocked, I guess. I feel badly."
She looked over at him, her face softening. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said softly. “I was really frightened.”
