Sequoia Coast a lady does not start fights

She dipped her head to him, still smiling politely. "It's a pleasure," she responded, only half buying into his kind demeanor. She sat, hesitantly however, across from him. The pale yearling listened with interest, her ears perking a little as he offered one of his 'matey's' to help heal her. "I'm actually learned in healing," she informed him, reassuring him that she was quite fine. With another glance to the wound, she couldn't help but give a delicate shrug. Maybe she did care too much about her appearance, but she took pride in her beauty and grace. Aria was usually not arrogant about it, but she rarely had self-confidence issues.

Although curious how one would stop such a wound from scarring, she felt that it's healing would be a rather bittersweet.

"And.. I don't mind it scarring," she told him, "But thank you, Ferahgo." The name felt foreign on her tongue. It was unlike anything she'd ever heard before and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of crusty-old guy he really was- he did say the word matey.

"You don't happen to be making a pack down here, do you?" she then asked, turning the subject from herself to him. It was, after all, her original intent in visiting.