Rowan's POV:
We found a small clearing; those who were less injured began setting up a makeshift camp after which they attended to those who sustained some major injuries. I knelt beside Gaius, examining his wound. It was worse than I had initially thought. The cut was deep, and though we managed to stop the bleeding for a while, he needs proper medical attention, and soon.
“We need to find some herbs to help him,” one of the men said, but I shook my head.
“No. It’s too dangerous. We’ve already lost too many people. We can’t risk splitting up again. We’ll have to do what we can with what we have.” I said, glancing around at the reduced number of our group. The thought of sending more out into that treacherous forest was too much to bear.
They hesitated at first, but eventually nodded
