Hissra was silent a long moment. He examined the woman again. But there was so much blood. There was blood on her, soaked into her clothing, blood on Conlan and blood seeping into the dirt road. Her skin was pale, the color long-faded from her cheeks. Her lips were cracked and streaked with blood.
Internal injuries required an immediate response. And they had been too far down the road when she'd been set upon. He glanced up at Conlan again.
"Hissra suggests you make your peace with your god for this woman's life. His healing is cannot bring one back from the brink of death. She is already at the precipice. I do not know if she even hears or sees us anymore."
The giant closed his eyes and laid one large hand upon her forehead, gently. He bowed his head. There was simply nothing he could do.