Patrolling in adverse weather was never fun. Galahad hunched his shoulders, trying to bring his cloak up and stop the rain from running down the back of his neck into his collar but it was a futile fight; his hair was already plastered to his head and his clothes were soaked through. A little more icy water creeping down his neck would hardly make any difference at this point.
His horse wasn’t happy either, tossing its head and whickering to let him know that it did not appreciate being forced out into the cold and wet. Rain or not, however, they had a duty that had to been seen to - even if it was difficult to see anything in this.
It was not difficult to hear, though, and Galahad’s head immediately snapped round when he heard the cry echoing through the trees. Dismounting, he pushed his way through the branches in the direction it seemed to have come from, his horse following at his shoulder, finally emerging into a large clearing near the lake. A half-destroyed tree spread its twisted branches in the centre, and underneath it was a huddled, crumpled figure.
“Are you hurt? What happened?” He hurried to their side, bending down to see how badly they were injured, and found himself looking at a girl who was vaguely familiar - though he could not quite place her. There was both fear and pain in her eyes, so he added gently, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
Hairud closed her eyes as the noise approached but when she heard the voice, she opened one eye, looking up. It sounded familiar but really wasn’t sure at all where she could know him from. Her hair was obstructing her view and the rain wasn’t helping either but she was fairly certain she couldn’t recognise the face. “I don’t know. I slipped and can’t get up. I- I think it’s my ankle,” she replied, gasping. “I’m fine. I think.” Though she was fairly certain she wasn’t.