Wheeling Gull Isle blue heart of the ocean jewel

The sounds of an uneven gait, not unlike her own, reached her ears, and she looked up, intrigued. A grayscale girl was headed her way with a limp, looking dour. She sat down and offered a greeting, and Maegi dipped her muzzle in turn, smiling shyly. "Hey," she said in a hushed voice, the word echoing slightly off the walls.

Unable to keep herself from asking, she gestured at the other's paws, brows raised in curiosity. "Are you okay?" she queried, meeting the girl's eyes again. "You're limping." Maybe it was congenital, like her own deformity, but if not, perhaps she could be of some help. She had been tending to Teamouse for some time now, and he didn't seem to hold the same curse as Cicero or the dead mother. He was still here, and still alive. Maybe her luck as a healer had turned.