Wheeling Gull Isle a sweet dream when the long trick’s over

Faeryn's tensed muscles relaxed slightly, glad that she would not be kicked out in this weather. After all, her approach into the cave was far from subtle. "I am very grateful, thank you." She gave a smile, hopeful yet still cautious. After all, the pale furred woman - Aria - had given her permission to stay. Though that did not mean that she wouldn't kick her out eventually. Not that Fae wanted to stay very long. Any time she had been with a group, she was always near the bottom in the rankings. She didn't want that. She'd rather be alone than on the bottom. 

In response to other woman, the one named Ixchel, she hesitated before responding. "My name is Faeryn." Wasn't very interesting, in her opinion. Often names were not really needed - one could do without the trouble of remembering names. You didn't need to be named to have a conversation, or better, get things done. "That would be great, if it's not too much hassle. I don't want to be a burden." Really, she did not know much about treating wounds. She had never needed to, but then again, she had never been in such a strong storm while away from home. She didn't really have a home, though, anymore. Already the deep rumble of thunder could be heard, and occasionally a flash of lightning could be seen from the cave's entrance.

Turning back to Aria, Faeryn nodded. Cobwebs, she knew, could cover up a wound and help stop the bleeding. "Yes, those would be perfect. Thank you, again. I know I've already said it, but I am very much grateful." Was that a better approach? Or did it sound like she was rambling? Normally she did not have such issues, and simply said what needed to be said, but she was tired and the wound was not really helping.