Kiara
We took her to the hut. She apparently needed help and meticulous care. Perhaps a change of clothes too. The shirt she wore was frayed and torn in addition to stained with the scarlet colour of her blood.
I offered to change her clothes. Oswald opted to wait outside while I changed her clothes. Perhaps it was best that he left. Her whole torso was so badly bruised. An audible gasp escaped my lips as soon as I removed her clothes.
"God! Who would beat a girl like this?" I mumbled to myself as I dressed her in one of my shirts as carefully as I could.
Oswald walked in and started to inspect her wounds.
"Won't she need medical attention?" I asked him. I wasn't familiar with their way of life. Oswald did mention that they could heal themselves, but his sister didn't seem like sh
