The Sunspire It's adventure time again

The first to approach was not someone she'd been expecting—Lokith. Rather than a member who'd been injured in the encounter with their old neighbours, there came one who'd been absent during the event. She worried, slightly, how he had then acquired the wound on his forelimb, but she did not inquire about it. Instead, she gave a stiff nod. "A bit, but it is nothing that I cannot handle. I know it is only trying to heal." No matter how bothersome the pulling sensation and reopening might be, she could not prevent it. The prior was a product of the wound trying to close itself up and prevent bacteria from slipping into it, but the latter was of her own doing. Still, she could not stop their travels. They had to reach a suitable place of settlement, that way they might be able to relax and give their bodies time to adjust and heal.

With a quick look to the golden boy, she quietly excused herself and moved forward, closing the distance between herself and the others. Her gaze flickered about, moving between the various individuals. From Winter, who laid in the shade, to Lyght, who had put some distance between himself and the rest. Then between the men who'd been present during the fight, both of which were silent. Semble looked unsettled, as if something was eating away at him, but she did not approach him immediately. Instead, she headed towards Noctura, who seemed to be sitting by his lonesome. She greeted him softly, before allowing her gaze to trail over his form. She was inspecting him, taking note of his wounds and their conditions. Afterwards, she met his gaze and asked, "Are you well?" Asterr was quite concerned for him, especially after having learned some of his past. Surely the battle had been triggering, however brief it might have been, so she felt her worries were justified.