Ronica of White Onisk - Retsuko
Ronnie had been more focused on tending to the wher's needs, and she'd taken her focus off the two candidates. It was a mistake, one she didn't realize until she'd finished pouring out water and rejoined the group, turning her eyes back to the wher and Retsuko creeping closer to him.
She'd stiffened in horror, unwilling to call out on the chance it startled both girl and wher. Onisk, get back here now, she'd snapped, but the white wasn't fast enough, couldn't possibly be. Ronnie had to watch as the wher did his damage and then ran off, finally free.
Ronnie ran straight to Retsuko. "You're alright," she said, before she'd even assessed the damage fully, more to reassure the other woman. "You're alright. Remember your training, you're going to go into shock. You'll start to feel cold, but don't you worry, we've got you. And you had the sense to bring numbweed, which will help." Ronnie pried the jar out of Retsuko's hands and spread some of it carefully over the bite. There were plenty of branches and things on hand, and she grabbed one that had the least number of spikes on it, holding it to the girl's arm. Ronnie herself was in leathers, not easy to tear strips off it to create bandages. "I'm sorry for this, I hope this shirt isn't important to you," she said, then cut the arm off of Retsuko's shirt. She used the one that had been subjected to the bite, at least, since it already had holes in it from the violence. She quickly turned the sleeve into ties to hold the stick in place and secure the arm.
She'd done what she could. The candidate was stable. She let out a breath. "I'm not strong enough to get her onto a wher myself," Ronnie said. "Can someone help? Whose wher has the smoothest gait?" She loved Onisk, but she didn't think her white was the wher for this. She was too easily distracted, and the smell of the candidate's blood might be upsetting for her, which would make her behavior less predictable.