Despite his wounds he found himself snared by the charming way she nibbled her lip in nervousness, her brow creased in confusion as she sputtered a reply. Her fingers were a cool whisper along his collarbone as she braced herself against his chest, and he lifted his arms to steady her before his left shoulder twinged with pain and he dropped his hands back to his sides. The dry leaf litter beneath his arm was clumping together as the blood dripped from his shoulder, and he stifled a grimace of pain as she prodded the wound.
There was an air about her as she backed warily away from him that caused the flirtatious comment he had been rolling around in his head to die on his tongue. Her eyes cast about the area erratically, and she reminded him of a rabbit ready to bolt at any moment, so he was more than a little surprised when she offered him a hand up.
A rueful smile spread over his face at her apology, and he shook his head slightly as he slid his hand into hers, grasping her thin fingers tightly and pulling himself smoothly to his feet. He spared a moment to examine his shoulder, dismay creasing his features. He had always felt that his arms were one of his better features, and the possibility of scarring one of them saddened him more than he knew was reasonable.
"An apology is not necessary, please. It was my own foolishness that drove you to react." Her hand still hung limply in his palm and he took the opportunity to sketch a small bow over it, inclining his head in the woman's direction as he held her eyes. "It should be I that apologizes to you. A thousand pardons, lady." He peered up at her through his thick lashes, trying to read her expression in the dim firelight. He let her fingers slide from his grasp before pressing his palm over the puncture on his shoulder, staunching the worst of the bleeding.
"Are you here alone, or should I be concerned that I may be skewered again?" He glanced around her rude camp, seeing only enough equipment for one, and he could scarecely keep his eyes from lingering on the still bubbling pot of stew over her small campfire. He turned back to her, and seeing that she still looked on edge he offered her a warm smile. Perhaps she was one of those folk who chose to live in solitude, a hermit of sorts. If that were the case it might explain why she was so nervous around him.
"I do not mean to impose..." he trailed off as a wave of light-headedness passed over him. He had obviously not eaten enough lately to be losing so much blood, and Pavak cursed himself for not seeing fit to pick up at least one small spell of healing over the years. If he had, he might have been able to avoid the embarrassment of potentially passing out at this lovely woman's feet. "Do you by any chance have a bandage at least, that I may stop the bleeding?"