[The sobbing cuts right through him; it sounds so out of place, coming from the man who so often served as their very shield, and Gale's gaze flicks towards his face once more. If he's sobbing, he's breathing. He's alive. He will take that for waht it is.]
I'm sorry— I'm so sorry.
[To be the cause of any further pain or anguish— it's the last thing he wants, but these measures are necessary.
Godfrey's shoulders, at last, are properly immobilized. Gale finds his hands shake even as he carefully splints the arm in place, the process made easier by the removal of padding. It would have to be replaced, but they could worry about that later, presuming Godfrey was well enough to do so. He narrows his focus, blocking out what he can of his friend's groans and cries, refusing to let his pain tug at his own heartstrings for but a few moments so that he might properly do the job before him.
The arrow at his shoulder had been the worst of it all, the most threatening injury, and once the process of splinting is complete, he reaches for his waterskin, holding it to the paladin's lips.]
let's ruin him (again)
I'm sorry— I'm so sorry.
[To be the cause of any further pain or anguish— it's the last thing he wants, but these measures are necessary.
Godfrey's shoulders, at last, are properly immobilized. Gale finds his hands shake even as he carefully splints the arm in place, the process made easier by the removal of padding. It would have to be replaced, but they could worry about that later, presuming Godfrey was well enough to do so. He narrows his focus, blocking out what he can of his friend's groans and cries, refusing to let his pain tug at his own heartstrings for but a few moments so that he might properly do the job before him.
The arrow at his shoulder had been the worst of it all, the most threatening injury, and once the process of splinting is complete, he reaches for his waterskin, holding it to the paladin's lips.]
Here. Drink what you can, I'll help.