Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

Jagwyr arched a brow. That look on her face? He did not miss it. He easily read the uncertainty and the confusion there. "Hmmm.." He licked his lips, his eyes roaming the wound on her head. It was easier now that the clots of blood had been rinsed. "Ran into a tree maybe." It was more a joke than a legitimate assessment, but his deadpan tone and impassive expression did not make his jest readily apparent. "Running away, hrmph? Who are these wolves? What did you do?"