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☙ ◦ It horrified them to see snares such as these. It’s one thing to hunt for genuine survival, but a bear trap!? To use a method like this was beyond mere cruelty. They would have to find the source of these traps, but for now Spring goes to pry open the steel clutch.
She was a nymph of few words but this is important, her voice soft yet none the less worried. At his question, they nod — at first she doesn’t face him, if only to focus on dressing the wound. The trap had cut through his boot when it pierced against the skin of his calf... granted, the nymph had never seen golden blood before, but the color itself isn’t shocking to her.
Herbs were used to ease the pain and dress the wound, then she weaves strands of grass to secure the makeshift bandage. “It’s okay,” Spring assures, finally meeting his gaze. He seems nice enough, curious even, though she’s hoping he isn’t the source of these traps.
“Stranger, yes, but—” Her voice cuts off, and she pulls the used bear trap away from his leg to give it a place to rest. She has so many questions she wants to ask — but her nerves take hold, straining her words. “Does... does it still hurt?”
