Wheeling Gull Isle a million little gods causing rainstorms

She smiled slightly in response to Stockholm's greeting when he arrived upon the scene, though her stomach was weighed with the sight of the bloodied body. "Hey," she greeted him, before peering back into the water. The Overseer continued to speak, and with his words came the sudden rememberence of a memory that flashed before her eyes. We met him at the Hunter's Moon, remember? 

...a grey male approached looking almost as lost as she herself did. What struck her first was the way one side of his face seemed rather torn up, especially over his eye - in fact, it seemed he no longer had that eye. What battle had caused this, she was unaware, but even so her gaze washed over the wound briefly. She had no wish to be the cause of any uncomfortableness. He spoke, a half-assed hello, but she responded with a small smile in hopes of not seeming rude...

"Oh," Faeryn breathed, eyes growing a touch wider. Yes, she remembered him. Mouse, Stockholm declared his name to be, and the sylph comitted it to memory. "Do you think we'll be able to save him?" She pondered worriedly, taking one step back as the Overseer had commanded, though still wishing to be able to help. She was no medic, but "Is there anything I can do?"