Y/n silently tended to her leader as he regained consciousness. She was the only one brave enough to go near him, even the shield maidens kept their distance from him unless they were told otherwise. She was the daughter of the medicine woman and a wife to a man who fought alongside him, but unfortunately lost his life. She too was good with a sword, but she only used it to protect her family. Her face glistened in the fire from the fireplace as she stitched the rather large man up and placed a cool rag across his forehead. She brought his furs up to his chin and turned her back to prepare his herbal tea. Even though he regained consciousness, she felt for sure that his eyes wouldn’t open, let alone that he would be sitting up; but his eyes did open, and he was indeed sitting up with his chest bare. When she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed as she cleared her throat and spoke softly. “You should be lying still. The battle is over now and you needn’t move.” She slowly approached him and placed the cup of tea in his hands. “Since you are awake, you should try to eat.”