Through the darkness - Part Three

Into the bright open plain
He comes out
Far from the shade
Worried frown flickering
Prices may be paid

Laying down his catch
Upon the moss-bed ground
Golden curls alight with fire
Though still out cold
She makes no sound

His furrowed brows intense
Never are they at ease
For a lone wander
He cannot do what he please

From his cloak
Appears a soft cloth
The red velvet spilling forth

Gently he unwraps
A small vial of liquid blue
Tenderly empties the contents
Onto her sweet lips and through

Spluttering and coughing
Life brought back harsh to her
Her eyes look to her rescuer

He says no word
Just motions for her to rise
His troubled gaze watching
The horizon and the skies

Turning quickly
His cloak swirls around
Followed by a figure
He quests onward
Without another sound

*sorry this part took so long, still not sure what will happen though....*