ASS/Say nothing; this is all his fault, anyway
From Create Your Own Story
You keep your mouth shut and let him carry you through the ravine to where the sides are not quite so steep. He climbs up, then makes his way through the forest to a small cabin in a clearing. Once inside, he dumps you on the floor beside the fireplace. The heat makes your chilled skin prickle, but you welcome it, rubbing the feeling back into your numb toes and fingers. You ankle has swelled to twice its normal size and is black. You doubt you'll be running away again any time soon.
You hear water being poured in another part of the cabin, a lot of water splashing into a big tub or something. A few minutes later, the incubus returns and none-too-gently unties your hands and pulls your T-shirt off, leaving you naked on the floor. You stiffen as he picks you up, but it's no use fighting, so you don't. He carries you into a small alcove filled with a big, copper tub. You notice there's no toilet, though. This planet doesn't have indoor plumbing. You guess that there's an outhouse out back somewhere, and you dread the time when you'll have to ask to be carried out to it so you can take a shit.
The incubus sets you in the tub of steaming water, which feels wonderful on your cold, muddy body, until your broken ankle is submerged. You scream as it feels like a red-hot sledgehammer is slammed down on your foot, the pain lancing up your leg and throbbing in your ankle with each beat of out pounding heart. The incubus grabs your leg and lifts your ankle out of the water, but it doesn't really help, not until he dips a small towel in a bucket of cold water and wraps it around your foot. Ice would have been better, but you don't suppose he has any of that. He rests your leg on the edge of the tub and hands you a bar of coarse, yellow soap.
You glance up at him, his pink hair tangled and muddy, his lavender eyes swollen almost shut, dark bruises forming around both eyes.
