Meadow

He can tell that she is unwell, but he is no healer and far from knowledgeable of ailments of the head. Her legs would be tended to with utmost care, her heart and lungs too, but her head? That was Rigel’s area of knowledge… at least as far as his knowledge could stretch. He offers to take her to the mare Sidika that his brother Antares had mentioned once in passing if they were in dire straits and needed a healer. He is cautious not to grow too near, aware that his talking had done something a bit worse for her state.

She tries to speak to him and he blinks absently, utterly perplexed as far as other languages were concerned. Once again, Rigel’s expertise would give her aid where he could not. Thankfully his ignorance is ended before it took too great a disappointing hold. "A.a.aa medicine woman?"

"Aye, a lady who knows herbs and minerals that do well for the body and it’s ailments." She seems worn by even this little conversation and he looks back over his shoulder at the way towards the island he called home. "I don't feel able to swim," she says with great hesitation, though she does step into him as another wave of pain seems to wash her against him, into him. He braces her because he is concerned and he noses her own shoulder where he can reach. "My many apologies arkadaş."

"I need to find you a place on the shore nearest my island so that I can run and fetch the medicine woman if you do not think you could swim with my help. Can you rest, bed down in the dune grasses nearer to the beach?"