Who: Zantabraxus, George, and Hallam Where: The hall, near the bar When: After George was attacked What: George being a baby, can't handle a little stabbing... and getting him medical care Warnings: Blood. Amazonian Queen.
She strode down the hall, moving quickly, yet without expending unnecessary energy. She'd heard his voice. He wasn't dying. He'd manage until she got there.
Ah, there he was. She strolled over to him and crouched on the floor beside him, pulling his shirt open to expose the wound. "Mmm. I as right. You are just a baby," she said with a grin. However, she took a roll of bandages and a pack of herbs from the pouch on her dagger belt, tending his wound carefully. That would hold him until she got him to his healers.
"I suppose you don't think you can walk," she sighed, standing again and looking down at him.