Larksong Grotto Arie

Jhala refuses politely, and the old lady wonders if she's embarrassed. Perhaps she should've waited a few seconds before coming into view. She gave a coy grin, chuckling under her breath, and padded closer to the stream. 
                 "If it helps, I've done the same thing, those slippery stones."
Peeking over at the wound, her smile faded at least halfway. While it wasn't anything that would cause permanant damage if it was taken care of right, it was something that did need good care. If all the woman was going to do was lick it, it would become a bother to her. She had the power in her mind to heal, could quickly gather marigold and webs from somewhere. Surely Rass would want her to use everything she could to heal those of his church? 
                                "I'm old, I know a lot: and I really think you should let me patch you up. I'm Nova Rose, Hiram brought me and the priest Phares in not too long ago."