Ravensblood Forest the healing touch

Isley swallowed back the sounds of pain, she'd made herself a little vow to not give anyone satisfaction of hearing her pain. Not that she ever considered Palisander would be happy in her misery, but, there was of course those that would. A tooth worried against her lip for a moment, toes gripping the earth for a moment. Palisander offered information about the wolf that he had met - this time without her - and she was silent for the time being. Arturo went on to explain the dynamic of the wolves of the area, the different packs and how it all played together. There was a strong possibility that the packs they spoke of were one and the same though she couldn't recall if Donnelaith had ever been spoken by Aria. 

"I wonder then if Aria wishes to distance herself from that identity." She mused, glancing up at Palisander. "I'll take the poppy shortly, it might make me a little...out of it." She admitted. She had not taken it often, she hadn't needed to, but, there was of course the chance. She would have reached out to him but she didn't want to move yet, wanting instead to have everything soak in and for her to get better benefits of the herbs before she did so. "Your family takes care of its own - while I am obviously no warrier, my family has been in the business of healing, of herbs, and I can prove my value to your family in ways other than my physical strength." 

Finally Isley lifted her head and turned it to Palisander, wanting his opinion - his honesty. She needed to recover before the pursued anything else and she wanted to know what he felt. It mattered to her perhaps more than anything. "Where you go, I go." She offered quietly. "And if you want the chance, we will take it." She said more softly, perhaps low enough Arturo didn't hear.