Blackfeather Woods dragon's breath

Her brows raise at the other's act of not just submission but plain terror. She did not know how the other had acquired such ghastly wounds, probably would never know if the other did not speak, but she did know she wanted to help. She had become quite the hero (to herself, mostly) after saving The Ghost child and her sibling, and the taste of victory was better than that of defeat or worse, just not doing anything at all.

She approached the wounded carefully. Though the lake was not far for the one who was not that badly hurt (her torn ear had still not completely mended, but it was much better), she thought it better not to bring the other there to wash off just yet. May I help you? Though she had not paid much attention, healing was something she was slightly familiar with, but that was actually not the kind of help she was offering. She knew that, no matter how good the body was, the mind had to be healed for the one to feel truly better. And given the other's reaction to her greeting, she was not doing all that well in that department either.