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@UndertheWeather "It's hot out today, huh," Astor murmured to himself, tipping what was left in his second lukewarm water bottle back into his throat. He shook the remaining drops onto his tongue then jammed the empty plastic shell back into his backpack with a sigh. He'd known when he got on the bus that morning that it would be a hot day but perhaps he'd underestimated the weather forecast; by the time he'd stepped off the bus onto the mountain path it was much hotter than he expected and he found himself almost wishing he'd put off this walk until tomorrow. He had his bangs pulled back into a lazy half-ponytail but they still spilled out onto his face and by now they were soaked and sticky with sweat. He didn't usually pay mind to his appearance while enjoying these personal excursions but at that moment he winced picturing the sweat-soaked sheen of his face. Astor abandoned that line of thought immediately, rolling his eyes. Who was going to see him—indigenous wildlife? He turned his attention back to the path, focusing eventually on a small patch of wildflowers that caught his eye. This path was well-populated with lively yellow blossoms, he noticed—Astor had no idea what they were called, but he bent down to pluck a flower anyway. Maybe he'd press it later, look it up in some flower manual. He had little to no knowledge of anything out here in the mountains but he considered himself a casual hobbyist and was always up for learning a thing or two... "Huh?" He frowned, having caught sight of something that had been blocked from his view by a tree branch at eye level before he'd squatted down. His little patch of yellow flowers were at the top of what might accurately be described as a ditch to the side of the mountain path which was, of course, naturally sloped and bumpy; at the bottom of this small descent was... Astor squinted further, to be sure he wasn't just seeing things in the heat. No... he wasn't mistaken. Down at the bottom of the ditch was a motionless body. He didn't react at first. He wasn't sure how to react, frankly, having found a body out here in the middle of a small forest path in the mountains. Where was the nearest town—? How long could the body have been there...? It took him several minutes of motionless staring to finally realize that there was no overwhelming scent of death on the air and it finally dawned on him that what he was looking at was not a dead body, at which point he felt both incredibly relieved and absolutely stupid. Of course the body wasn't dead. He had the perfectly healthy complexion of someone who was mostly alive but maybe temporarily not all that OK. Still cautious, Astor abandoned the flowers, tripping clumsily down the hill and kneeling next to the unconscious person at its base. He touched the body tentatively, finding it satisfactorily warm and recoiling his hand immediately. "Ah... are you all right?" he asked, slipping his backpack off of his back and placing it on the forest floor next to him. "Uhm... water?" He opened a bottle of water and then stared stupidly at the form's lips, wondering if he should go so far as to open them to allow the person to drink, or... In the end, he sheepishly splashed half the bottle on the stranger's face. Maybe he looked like an idiot but at least he wasn't probing around strangers' mouths.