The Wall -- echoes of thundering hooves

*noises of rust as i try to garner muse for this character*

A shame rises up in her and sockets itself in the roots of her teeth, bringing a heat to her cheeks that is too familiar to the once-slave girl.  Although the woman's tone was not cutting her words struck Mira in a way she was not fond of, echoing in her mind — ...but you are. 

Yes, she admits, turning her injured hip towards the medicine woman, revealing the tattered flesh beneath the oozing wound, blood marring the surrounding white coat.  She stood up, closing some of the space between them as Grayday retreated to find herbs.  Mirabelle Melisende, of Eirann.  She gives a dip of her head, raising her leg off the ground.

Sorry, she whispers, uh, where do you want me?