Supporting Hal with an arm about his waist, Gaddy managed to drag his friend half-way towards the safety of the wagon. Tomba ran out to meet them, and together they brought the lad back to where Branda was seated, examining Robin.
Gaddy shot a strict look at the healer, "Take good care of Hal!" he commanded, with an earnestness born of deep friendship.
Branda nodded his consent, and told Tomba to begin cleaning Hal's wound. Before turning to go back into the fray, Gaddy quietly asked, "How's Robin?" His eyes were filled with concern.
"She should be alright," Branda responded. "We got her out in time. She's conscious, but in pain. I've given her something so she can rest."
Gaddy cast a lingering glance at the small girl whose eyes were closed in fitful sleep, with her wounds already dressed and bound.
Then he quickly turned and, with a seriousness that was new to him, went grimly back towards the companions who continued to battle on the ridge.
[ January 21, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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