The area that Vic and Cuttison were walking through was a sight to see.

Previously all that Vic had seen of this otherworld were rain, monsters and flat expanses of grass. Now as he was walking, injured, he still saw rain and he felt there could be some monster around here somewhere, but at least there was some transition from the suffocating flatness from before.

He got to see torn up hills like scars of the Earth and he also got to see Cutt stop and stare at the person laying there.

The human lay spawn over the ground, their entirety covered by viscous mud and grass. It was almost as if they were something other than a person, something cut and removed from the sanitary vestments of society, thrust into the detritus, at least in Vic’s opinion.

I suppose that’s how I would’ve looked when this old guy found me

-but differing from Vic when he was in a similar situation, they were still conscious.

Cuttison had already found an injured person that day.

“Are you injured”

A person whose tribe, judging by the monster he found by the boy, had been decimated by the dammed rain dungeon. He would search for the tribe later, but he had to get the boy to Aerick, and besides the boy looked pretty shaken up.

Cuttison’s tribe was isolationist, they weren’t close to any other tribes and Cuttison wasn’t really close to anyone.

The lady locked eyes with him from their seated position, but they belayed an almost unnatural lack of intensity that Cuttison started to grow cautious before she replied.

“I don’t...”

She petered off but from that Cuttison guessed, she looked like she would survive and also, more importantly, that she was human. Looking at her position Cutt supposed she must of fallen down as this hill broke apart.

However unfortunately, Cuttison was in a rush. He looked at boy who didn’t meet his gaze, he was shivering, and Cutt looked back at the woman who still hadn’t moved, she met his eyes.

“need a hand”

However, she wasn’t staring at him anymore: her gazed moved and the boy had had took a few steps forward.

“uh are you Chinese?” the boy called croaked out unexpectadely.

“What?” the lady called out confused, an almost an offended edge to her tone, yet as Cutt observed, familiarity flashed on her eyes for all but a moment.

“Um, I mean are you from Ear—” the boy added much quicker, his voice cracking.

When Cuttison thought about it, although much more caked in dirt, the shirt the lady was wearing looked to be a similar material to the shirt the boy was wearing.

“yes”

Well, it seemed they were from the same tribe…

Cutt didnt think the luestem paste would hold the bleeding much longer.

“well, come on then, let’s go”

Also it seemed the boy had spat out the bark…

“take this and don't stop chewing, we aren’t that far”