Blackfoot Forest The Butterfly Blooms

She hummed lowly under her breath as she moved to his shoulder, inspecting it a moment before beginning to tend to it in the same way that she'd tended to the previous wounds. The male claimed his pain was not great, and Thelxiope could only hope that this wasn't one of the foolish sort that favoured percieved manliness over wellbeing. He did not seem to possess any of bluster of such males, however, and Thelxiope did not pursue the subject. He asked next of her origins, and the witch paused a moment, the silence filled with Alarian's query. 

Gaze flickered to him, and she dipped her head. "yes," she said, surprised by the lack of animosity in the words. Most of the time; others did not remain kindly disposed towards the woman if she offered the title, and thus she'd stopped practising her rites save for when she was truly alone. "but I have lost my way," She admitted with a slight flick of her ears, moving towards Alarian as he confessed his pain and instructing him to eat the seeds she proffered; two tiny, dried poppy seed. The mention of another witch had her ears flick forward, thinking first of her sister. No, for her sister was made of surf and sunlight; like heat glistening on hot sands; she was warm.  "I left the coast to search for my ward, and could not find my way back." She elaborated, glancing to at Lennon.