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Max panted as he ran as fast as he could from a not too far away building in the woods."D-Damn it...I need to get away....NOW." Small bits of leaves and branches passing by him quickly as his heart thumped. A few hours ago, he had discovered the isolated building only to find it to be a trap for him which inside contained a bomb that had a radius that was enough to blow up Max should he run for it. Max ran more and more quicker and by now he was getting light headed but the adrenaline kept him going and as he ran, he came to a screeching halt as he stood on the edge of a steep cliff which below him lay a good few rocks that would surely lead to death or critical wounds.

"That....Was too close for comfort..." he thought to himself Soon, he turned around and heard multiple beeps before a loud BANG was heard and the aftershock of the explosion sent Max off the cliff "ARAAAGH!" he and hit multiple rocks that bruised him, cut him and left gashes and sorts. Eventually, he had a rough landing to which he partially hit his head, but not too badly which also knocked him out. Any wounds that he had began to pool under him only a bit. He was going to need help quickly if he was going to live.

Yasmindra's vardo had been trundling along the road at a steady pace, pulled by the dun-patterned palfrey that also doubled as her mount when she was stationed somewhere. That day was not then. The itch of wanderlust had bitten once more, enhanced by the fact that she had recently obtained her freedom from the clutches of slavery from the island of Guildereim. That was putting it lightly. The entire island had come under siege from the forces of Drakoria, and it had been only her quick thinking that had aided in her escape along with the faction that would become known as the rebels. She had not escaped without injury, and there were patches along the membrane of her wings where the sensitive flesh was still knitting together and healing. But travel she could, and she had taken the first chance to do so once the blockade had been properly lifted.

Max's escapade had brought him - by sheer fluke or perhaps by the grace of the Seer's fortune - to the side of the road that she was turning the corner onto. A roughshod road, but one nonetheless that allowed for her wooden hand-crafted carriage to pass. Reining the horse in suddenly upon sighting the figure, those near-luminous green eyes narrowed slightly before with a rustle of silk-lined cotton and with the subtle rattle of trinkets and gems marking out her movements, the draconic feline soon knelt beside him. Those clawed fingers would have gingerly moved to touch first his neck and then his 'brow, studying intently before her eyes drifted towards his wounds. He was out cold, but far too heavy for her to move and thus with an ushered command and gesture, the vado was manoeuvred to provide an improvised block. Enough to keep him from being tramped, but not so far into the road as to cut it off entirely. And thus she set to pressing moss-stuffed cotton patches to the worst of his wounds, trying to staunch the bleeding.

Max's hearing gave off the faint sounds he heard while unconscious but still felt unaware of it. He did make a small gesture of pain upon having the cotton patches applied on to his worst wounds which made him growl weakly but he soon felt his pain numb away as the patches were put to work on his painful wounds. Max looked like he was getting only slightly better from the pain he was currently suffering but the patches would hopefully stabilize his life signs and he was likely pull through. However, the bleeding had stopped from it, but he still looked in pain.

Yas' was focussing more on his bleeding than the pain. One would be the difference between life and death, the other would not. Pain made no difference as to the strength of the threads of his life, whereas staunching the bleeding was key. She caught the stirring however and, only once satisfied that he was no longer at risk of exsanguination, did she move towards the vardo to fetch out one of the many vials of dark, ichor-like fluid that served as what he did not have the strength to ask for. Crouching down beside him again, her hand was firmer this time on his shoulder, trying to rouse his eyes open before moving the vial towards his lips.

Better that he was faintly aware of what she was doing, lest he panic and struggle. While the poultice itself did not contain anything alarmingly rare, the preparation time was still what she would not rather repeat, and thus there was a hint of protectiveness over the glass container and the contents therein.
"This will ease the discomfort...," Her accented murmur was close, eyes focussed, and wings spread guardedly like a hawk mantling over its prey as her tail slowly swayed behind her.

As Max felt his wounds patched up and the bleeding had been strongly reduced, he let out a slight sigh. But afterwards upon having his head lifted and the soft tone of the gypsy come to his ear which caused them to twitch and the liquid going down his throat, he felt his pain numb as he looked relief and would surely wake soon thanks to the treatment the gypsy had just so happened to have given him.

She heard the sight, one ear flicking slightly. She was nothing short of attentive once set to a task - or in the case as was presented, an individual in need of her aid. The moss-stuffed patches might not have been the classiest way of going about staunch the blood flow on its own, but it would at least slow it down enough to then allow his own clotting abilities to set to work. At least he was not so unconscious for her to have to hold his nose or his throat, thus forcing his body to instinctively swallow. Hardly a pleasant task, but one that she would perform if necessary. Despite the mingling of her bloodlines, brute strength was not something that was in her favour and thus, a spare cloak was drawn from the vardo and draped over him to provide some warmth until he woke.

Now stationed by the side of the road as she was, a quick forage and setting the stove alight soon had a 'pot of nettle tea brewing away, which was deftly and expertly handled more with her claws than with her hands. Pouring two cups out, she then moved to settle beside him against a grassy tussock with those wings folded to either side of her as a support. With her tail stilled, the draconic feline waited patiently until he showed further signs of stirring properly.

Max began to look more comfortable as he felt the covers warm him up gradually and would soon wake. More time passed on as the Gypsy had busily made tea and tended to things of her own whilst watching Max closely. Eventually as time passed he was finally coming to as he moved about a bit slowly "....Ugh...." his blue eyes slowly revealed themselves and his vision was blurry as he saw multiples of the Gypsy before they all came together to reveal one... "Aragh.....W-Where...." he mumbled

Yasmindra remained seated nearby, as quiet and still - and in some ways, as statuesque, as a sentinel. Only when he began to rouse did those bright, vivid green eyes go sidelong towards him as she lowered the cup from her lips to regard him steadily. There was concern at first, naturally. "You are where you fell. I merely improvised a blockade so then you were not at risk of getting run over on the road." She had at least taken the care to ensure that she was not blocking the highway, thus allowing the majority of expected traffic to get by. Only the very largest of carriages would have an issue - something rarely seen.

Max grumbled in pain "Ow...Damn, I think I remember now....I guess a thank you would be in order since you moved me out of the way and all..." he said weakly and quietly as he lay as still as he could to avoid any further pain on his wounds. "W-Who are you...By the way...?" he asked curiously as he rubbed his sore head.

She smiled slightly, her expression genuine at least before she watched him move just slightly. They were at least out the way, so there was no significant rush in order to get him elsewhere. "I am Yasmindra, Seer and Healer." And fortune-teller, omen and hexer depending on the clientèle that she was interacting with at that point in time. The wealthier the individual, the more cliché her outward expression of her otherworldly nature.

The foxish fellow, as in need of help as he was, saw a far more truthful side to her. She checked his bindings then, before moving briefly away to fetch a needle and thread in order to sew up the wounds. "And yourself?"

Max smiled lightly "Yasmindra, huh....Quite a interesting name and list of professions...Not everyday a hero like myself sees a Seer who can predict futures or such..." he watched her get some of the equipment out for threading up wounds and hmms. Personally, Max didn't enjoy stitching up his wounds as it hurt a lot and would ache for what seemed like an eternity. "The name's Max. Max Wicked. You may recall that name if you're truly a seer and all, but its okay if that's not the case. Not everyone knows of me in some lands."