Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

Confirmation was delivered, though she knew not, still, what exactly was the cause of his posture. As she'd tasted the air, no blood was detected, and so she knew not where to begin. Yet when he spoke, the pieces all seemed to fall into place—even if it didn't quite explain the dipping of his nose, which she'd related to a physical impact having been made. She could understand, to a certain degree, what was happening to him. Never did she speak of it, though, having gone quiet instead. Did he not know of how nature worked, or was she merely being played? Of course, she'd opted for the former, against viewing anyone in a negative way. But if he was unaware, then did that make him him harmless or all the more dangerous? It had been pondered for a moment or two, until finally she'd chosen to label it as undecided. Observations would eventually reveal the truth.

His step towards her had the girl wanting to step back further but, somehow, she'd kept from doing so. A question, another step, and then one last query. She'd held fast to her spot, preventing herself from heading away by focusing on that which had been asked. "I do not call to you, nor have I done anything," she'd responded. "It is not due to any earthly being that you are like this." It was simply nature. Asterr could not will what he was experiencing away any better than she could adjust her body's current state. It was not up to them, she knew, and so her ability to assist him had vanished almost entirely.