Caspar pricked his ears at the sound of someone fast approaching through the rain. He didn't recognize the stride. With his axe still in hand, he pushed off from Eir's side and wearily assumed a battle-ready stance.
Appearing from behind a tree was a stocky and short man, with pale skin and a shock of bright red hair. His eyes scanned the forest, taking in the scene of the fight, and eventually landed back on Caspar, his gaze searching.
"Heard gunshots," he said by way of explanation for his appearance. "Are you alright?"
Caspar tried assessing if the man was armed. He wasn't, so Caspar lowered his axe and answered, "Yeah, I'm good."
The man cast a look Butch's way.
"Who was he to you?" he asked.
Caspar didn't follow his gaze. "Uh. Not a friend."
"So I gather it wasn't personal," the man said carefully, like he was searching for more answers.
With a heavy sigh, Caspar sagged against Eir's side again. He didn't know what to call it. Exhaustion was quickly setting it, and he didn't have time to clarify things to a sudden stranger.
"Look," the man said, cutting in before Caspar could answer. "I'm not looking for trouble. I'm just trying to get an idea of what I'm walking into here."
"Yeah, I--" Caspar pinched the bridge of his nose. "I get it, but this doesn't--" He straightened again, biting back a groan. "Please," he said wearily, "I just need to find my friends and make sure they're okay."
"Your friends--" the man started to murmur, but quickly turned his head to look behind him.
For a moment, there was nothing there. As if his reaction was premature, Caspar finally saw a moment later what the man was looking at. A woman emerged out of the dark, pushing a sopping wet cloak over one shoulder as she scanned the forest, eyes landing on Butch, then Caspar.
"Are you Caspar?" she asked.
"You know this guy?" the red-haired man asked quietly.
"No," the woman whispered back. "But Lyall does."
The ground shifted under Caspar's feet again, and he managed to catch himself. He was running out of time.
His mind paused. What did she say?
The woman ran up to him, grabbing him to hold him steady. With a tinge of panic, Caspar began to draw away.
"I'm going to help you," the woman insisted. "Just confirm your name, please."
He blinked. "Yes. Caspar Calderson."
"Okay, let's sit you down," she said.
"No--" He tried pulling away again.
"Caspar, you're losing blood," she said, her voice stern as she firmly grabbed his hood. "Don't make me fight you on this."
"I need to find--"
"They're alright," the woman interjected. "Hild and your friend are going to be okay. Now sit down."
Before he could object, she pushed down on his shoulders hard and brought him to the forest floor, leaning him against a nearby tree trunk. His legs gave out from under him far too quickly. He bit back a curse when the cuts and bruises stabbed and ached with the sudden drop.
With searching hands, she pushed aside his jacket, quickly finding the fast-bleeding wound at his side.
"Elrick," she called out to the man who was still hovering behind her. "Sweep the area. Make sure it's clear. There may be more mounts around."
Elrick, the red-headed man, nodded, and disappeared into the forest.
"I'm glad you're trying to be helpful," the woman said, her voice calm, but still stern. "But you're really not in a position to do much right now."
As she spoke those last words, she ripped through his shirt, and her hand planted flat on the bullet wound. Caspar sucked a breath in through clenched teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. Honestly not what he expected her to do right now.
He was about to comment when warmth seeped into his side. He turned his eyes down in shock. The woman's hand glowed with a soft golden light.
"That was..." he started to say, but the words petered out.
With a huff, the woman pulled her hands away and turned her attention to Caspar's leg, sticking her hand through the hole where the axe's blade had slit through. Again, warmth, and a golden light going into his leg from her hands.
That was magic. She was a mage.
"Can't have you bleeding during your family reunion," the woman said, her tone softening as she again pulled her hands away, this time setting one on Caspar's shoulder. "You really know how to put up a fight, don't you?"
Family reunion?
"What was the name you said earlier?" he asked quickly.
A warmth seeped into his shoulder, and then she reached up to his face, turning his head gently with her hand to look behind his ear.
"Lyall," she answered. "He said he knows you and Hild. That's why we're helping."
So he didn't mishear her.
Did Lyall really introduce him as family?
"We have a hideout close by," the woman informed him, her tone gentle as she gingerly touched behind Caspar's ear with her fingertips. "Heard gunfire. It's not often you hear that this far out into the forest."
"Yeah, sorry," he said faintly, flinching slightly as her fingers brushed the cut. "Didn't mean to. Disturb the peace or anything. Just passing through."
The woman smiled warmly, and the warmth again extended to her hand, behind his ear. There was a small flash of light out of the corner of his eye.
"Seems like you disturbed the peace at just the right time," she said, putting her arms around him to help him up. "Now, we're going to take this easy, okay? You're safe now. No need to push yourself."
Nodding, Caspar straightened slowly. With curiosity, he touched behind his ear. The skin mended itself enough to stop the bleeding, but was still tender to the touch.
"We'll get you taken care of more when we get out of this rain, alright?" the woman went on as she brought her arm around his back, steadying him.
"You said Hild and-- they're both alright?" he asked.
"Yes," the woman said. "Lyall's with them right now. How's your head? Spinning?"
It was, just a little. Caspar took a step forward, forcing himself to stay upright. "S'fine."
"I've got you," the woman said as she followed, still holding him steady. "The name's Mel, by the way."
"Mel," he repeated softly. He cast her a small, uneven smile. "It's a lovely name."
Mel hummed a laugh in the back of her throat and smiled, looking amused.
"Well you're awfully charming for someone barely on his feet," she said.
Ducking his head self-consciously, Caspar huffed a laugh. "I wasn't trying to... Is it that obvious?"
"Oh, please," Mel said with another laugh. "I'm a doctor. Of course I can tell."
"Huh." Another doctor. What were the odds? "Makes sense."
As Mel helped him take another step forward while supporting him, Elrick, the man from earlier, started to emerge from the darkness with two horses in tow. One was Penumbra, who looked jittery, and the other was Butch's massive draft horse, who seemed unperturbed.
"Any of these yours?" Elrick asked, shooting Caspar a questioning look.
Caspar glanced over the draft horse. "Not the white one." He nodded to Penumbra. "She's Hild's."
Elrick looked to the white horse with a shrug.
"Sorry, bud. You're a big mouth to feed," he said, patting the horse on the side before letting go of its lead. It stayed put as Elrick came over and found Eir, gently petting her on the neck before he took her lead.
"Follow me," Mel said, nodding her head ahead of them. "This way, now."
Caspar tried not to lean on her too much as they walked.
Lyall knew these people. Introduced Caspar as family, even.
A knot formed in his chest. He thought back to all the things he'd hoped to say, should they get the chance to cross paths again. The words spun in his head, unable to form a coherent thought beyond a simple "I'm sorry".
That would be enough, he supposed.
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