Frost 75th, Year 4621
It was easier to move around after the sun had dipped below the horizon line and the chill of a Badland's night had taken over. Arkash's movements were slower, the sluggish kind of stiffness expected of what she assumed to be some variation of reptilian rathor. Though, alongside that stiffness came a much slower trickle of blood. It had yet to fully clot given the size of the man's wounds, but that was something Asphodel had no doubts she could help handle. At least he wasn't actively bleeding out at a lethal rate. The ice and darkness also made it easier on Asphodel, though in a less direct manner. Her clothes were thick enough the cold was hardly a bother, but even then, she'd prefer being too cold to being too hot. Not just that but the nights in the Badlands were often dark with nothing more than the scant few pricks of starlight and moonlight to guide your path if you got lucky. Most would think of that as a detriment, but not Asphodel.
Given it was a bit harder to navigate in her human form with the night vision afforded to her by her breed. Even without that benefit though, the darkness of a comfort. Resting heavy like a cloak against her skin, guarding and protecting her. It reminder her much of her angel's wings from all those years ago, but, that wasn't a story to linger on when she had company.
Bearing a decent portion of Arkash's weight on her own shoulder, she managed to get them both home to her temporary 'den' without any major mishaps. Her locational memory was sharp, so even in the dim glow of the falling night it wasn't hard to make her way back. Tonight's den found her camped out in a deeper cave than usual, dug into a stiff stone wall at the bottom of a dipping valley of sand. There were plenty of jagged cracks in the wall, other potential dens, but she'd chosen the one she had with care. It was the only one large enough she could also stash away her Chariot at the back wall without fear of it being driven off by some stranger. After a quick inspection of all the caves it also proved to be the cleanliest of the lot. So she'd set up a quick firepit towards the back and called it home.
Of course, ever worried in a place like the Badlands, after getting her Chariot into the cave she'd pilled up sand at the entrance as high as she could to make the cave look smaller and far less appealing.
When they arrived she helped her new charge wiggle through the entrance first and then she quickly followed. "It's not much," she said, "but in a place like this? You can get stuck with a lot worse. An actual bed would be nice, but I tend to get in... scuffles, with the raider groups. So it's safer to just camp out in areas where they can be avoided for the most part," she explained, going towards her bag at the far wall and rummaging through it. Rations, extra water, not what she was looking for. Ah, there it was. It wasn't much, a good majority of the goods had already been used, but during her last run in with a group of bandits trying to keep their heads down in Anointed Territory she'd managed to scavenge some rudimentary medical supplies off the corpses.
She pulled off her outer cloak, allowing hood and veil alike to fall to the ground as she gathered up the medical supplies in her arms. She hadn't been given the time to change forms yet, but to be honest? Humans hands were probably better at this kind of things that fingers tipped with claws made to hunt. The biggest give away in this form were her eyes which no matter how much she'd practice as a child has always just seemed a bit too wild. "Alright. Lets see about those wounds," she said as she kneeled down in front of Arkash.
