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*cautiously cleaning wound on his hindquarters*

*Astonished, she worriedly eyes the wound*

Great Prince, are you ailing?

*glances at her and stands slowly, one hind leg raised slightly off the ground* I will heal well enough.

Please, Great Prince, do not rise on my account.

*she urges with a concerned gesture of delicate hands*

What has befallen you?

*he remains standing, perhaps more for his own sake than for hers, though he lowers his head slightly, his strong pose relaxing. His tone, however, is grave* Man came to the meadow.

*She seem to restrain herself, regal countenance resisting the very and all too feminine posture of nervous hands clasped over surprised-tightened lips, but instead her head lowered and simple somberness filled her eyes with the realization*

Oh no... Were any lost?

*there's a moment of silence as he considers her* ... No, but I fear that it is only a matter of time.

What shall you do?

Whatever I can.

*Her head lowers her head in consideration these words then nods with gentle strength*

Permit me to help you in some small manner, Great Prince.

*tilts his head thoughtfully, patient and simply waiting for her to elaborate*

Allow me tend to your wounds.

Thank you. *carefully folds his long legs beneath him, his head raised watchfully*

...y'okay?

*climbs quickly to his feet, ears twitching forward alertly. It should be his cue to run had he not been injured but instead he's forced to hold his ground, head held high*

*winces, then carefully, slowly, lifts both hands showing that he doesn't have a weapon, he's not a threat* Don't run. You'll bleed out. B'sides, I couldn't do anythin' t'you. *half-smiles* I think you'd be more able t'hurt me.

*tilts his head thoughtfully* It is not my desire to harm a fawn. You have nothing to fear from me, young one.

*hello, talking deer - takes him a moment, then, hesitantly* Then will y'let me help?

I fear that there is little you can do, fawn. *one hind leg is raised off the ground, the muscle taught* It will heal in time.

...I can try?

*simple looks at him evenly for a long moment before carefully folding his long legs beneath him and slowly lowering himself to the ground, giving him access*

*smiles reassuringly, moving carefully to kneel next to him, scrunching his nose* What happened?

*turns his head to look at him* Man found the herd.

*blinks* Okay. Didja get shot?

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