THE FALL // o, injured & joining??

After Joel was relatively dry, Radeken slathered his more prominent injuries with a murky green paste before dabbing it onto the less troubling ones. “[color=black]Um...He’ll need something stronger than webs to hold the splint in place. Vines or long grass, maybe.” She told those offering help. Well, depending on the grass... Point was, it wasn’t going to hold if all she used was cobwebs, and that’s all she had on hand at the moment. They went over the herbal sludge she had pressed into Joel’s cuts and burns to keep it from being rubbed off.

“[color=black]I’m Radeken. What were you doing before you landed in the Starpool?” Radeken asked. It was good he remembered his name, at least. Or, might have, anyway.