Emberflame Ridge YouTube is basically a time machine

Her destination was questioned, but an answer not demanded. The yearling had no problem with sharing her reasoning for being in the charred woods, though she grew curious of why the woman wished to know. Once again, however, she did not voice her queries. They remained within her mind, but never did they leave her tongue. "No where in particular," the younger answered, her words sincere and straightforward. "I had wished to learn more of the areas surrounding the mountain I wish to settle upon, thus leading me here." It'd become a common thing for her, trekking to the nearest territories to further inspect them.

Asterr grew silent, wondering what words might come next, but all that came was a repetition of the pale one's name. Ezimette. It was a memorable name, just the same as many of those she'd recruited. She could admire the name, but was given little time to do so before things took a turn for the worse. It had happened in a matter of seconds, too, offering no time for the dragoness to prepare herself. She'd quickly registered what was going on, but had not been able to move quick enough to prevent her body from hitting the ground. The sound of the stranger's shoulder touching the earth was unpleasant, the pain practically able to be heard from that alone. After that, it'd taken only milliseconds, metaphorically speaking, before the raven-esque girl had closed the distance between them entirely.

She didn't worry over whether or not the female carried an illness, something that could have made her pass out as she had. From a young age, she'd been taught the ways of a medic and had eaten the information up constantly. The only thought presently on her mind was to get the woman up, to get her to regain consciousness. It was with a somewhat rough nudge that she touched her muzzle to the pallid woman's side, attempting to wake her with movement alone. She knew nothing else she could do aside from that or raising her voice, for she was uncertain of where she might find a plant putrid enough to jolt her awake.