Neverwinter Forest saturn

Sinaaq was, admittedly, not an overly social creature by nature though this was largely of his own devices. Perhaps if his childhood had not been so desolate and sad he might have been like most of his species: social. Even in the whole he was nothing short of an abnormality; though he was okay with this simple fact. This was not to say that he did not crave company at times, and when it presented itself to him that he did not latch onto it with a hunger. It had happened with Quicksilver, despite himself Sinaaq had allowed the other man to travel with him and had perhaps even begun to get close to him. This explained why the male's sudden and unexplained absence left him feeling ...in short many things. Betrayed. Angry. Among the simple and the fact that Sinaaq attempted to avoid feeling at all costs: he missed Quicksilver. Avoiding and denying it didn't make it any less true, the darkling knew, and thus he hoped that if he faced it, it might leave him alone.

Sinaaq watched as the woman moved closer to him and the wretched bird, though he did not retreat. She was closer than he let most wolves physically, the darkling very much liking his personal space not to be invaded but if she could perhaps somehow aid the bird in a way that he could not he was in no position to complain. Sinaaq's own gave flitted lazily to the bird, watching as it studied his pack mate with apparent interest, though the majority of the darkling's attention belonged to the woman. Ears cupped forth, though he could hear her just fine given their close proximity to one another as she spoke. Though she did not have to come right out and admit it Sinaaq freely assumed that she, herself, was no healer, either. Whether it was right or wrong mattered little to him, currently. “No,” He responded with a slight reluctance. That wasn't true precisely, for he knew a healer: Solia, but she was so far away from him and unavailable even so. Mentioning her would be useless, and only cause him pain he didn't want to feel. He'd had enough of that lately.

Sinaaq's gaze returned to her when she spoke, sounding fairly educated to him as she gave suggestions — though he certainly hoped for the sake of the bird's pitiful life that she hadn't meant he be the one to do it. Sinaaq hated asking for help, hated having to accept it, having had to look out and take care of himself and his own when he'd been still very much a child. The idea now repulsed him, but without it Elenden probably wouldn't make it. Of course if he survived and remained a cripple it would also work in Sinaaq's benefit but if he couldn't give him aid and he died? Sinaaq was no healer and had no idea what constituted a fatal wound from one that wasn't that bad, lest it was blatantly obvious. “Do you think his injuries are fatal?” He inquired, giving a slight pause before he asked next, “Can you help him?”