"Just sit still for another second." Crag told her, reaching for the medical pack which was slung over his shoulder. He moved to sit beside her, holding onto the plants he had gathered.
Crag carefully set down the food to rummage in the pouch for a second before pulling out the vial again and carefully uncapping it. He reached to gently tilt Mara's chin up.
Crag carefully and silently tipped the medicine up into her mouth. He capped the vial and quietly slid it away before silently pushing the plants he had gathered into her hands.
"Eat them, they're good."
Crag shook his head. "You eat first."
Crag sighed quietly, but started to eat. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he was bringing the leaves and plants up to his mouth and eating them. He chewed slowly and carefully, keeping himself from shoving them all in at once.
"You doing okay?" Crag asked her softly as he finished eating and sat still, letting himself slump down wearily.
"I'm sorry." Crag whispered, pained that such a tiny girl should have to feel such hurt. "I wish there was more I could do."
"What would he do, Mara?" Crag asked her softly, holding her close. He had been her lifelong companion, of course he already knew. But he asked anyways as he carefully smoothed down her hair.
"Mm-hm...Right..." Crag held her closer. "You want me to sing to you?" He asked softly.
"Well..." Crag thought for a moment. "I'm not good at singing, but I'll try, okay?"
He cleared his throat nervously. He hesitated for a moment before he began to sing in his rusty voice.
Crag carefully rocked her back and forth as he sang. It had been such a long time since he had sung to a little child like this. It made things well up in his chest, but he kept them down as he comforted her.
Crag kept rocking and singing to her long after she fell asleep.
((Yeah, okay. How far?))
((That would be good.))
Crag was silent as he rode, keeping the horse at a light walk for now. He kept one arm wrapped protectively around Mara's waist, holding her close to him. He kept his eyes out, watching the path suspiciously as they rode.
"We still have a long ways to go." Crag told her, carefully patting the top of her head. "But we're closer now. Should only be another couple weeks, and we'll be there."
Crag paused for a moment, thinking it over. He slowed the horse to a stop.
"Sure." He said as he started to climb down from the horse, holding her in his arm.
Crag led the horse by it's reins as they walked, keeping his large hand wrapped around Mara's little one. He kept his eyes out for anything like big rocks or branches or logs that would trip her up, quietly steering her away from them as he led her slowly, patiently.
"You're going to like my village. It's a nice place." Crag said after a moment of silence.
"Well..." Crag shifted his grip on her hand for a second. The truth was, he wasn't certain himself. It had been years, things could've changed. A lot. Things changed everywhere else. But he could hope. "It's pretty far off, really peaceful, really remote. Elves and humans worked together to found it."