“We need to check your back when we get back at the cruck house. It was bleeding.”
“It is fine. It doesn’t hurt that much. I was lucky it was not deep.”
When we arrived, I helped him clean his wound. He tore the helm of his shirt and used it to cover his wound.
After he was done, he made me turn around. I held my breath when he lifted my clothes.
“This will hurt a bit.” I winched when the damp cloth touched my wound. He was cleaning it. His hand was so gentle, trying not to press it to avoid hurting me.
After he was done cleaning it. He tore the lower part of his cloak and used it to cover my wound, binding it.
“We need to hurry. I’m afraid that they will call a lot of men to capture us.”
We hurriedly took all our belongings and I couldn’t help but feel emotional leaving the cru
