Dawnlark Plains and her answers were all crooked little truths

she was silent as the woman tended carefully to the torn ear and thin scratches around it. it remained that Aviana and Sunny were her closest companions, and without seeing much of her brother, the wounds had retrieved little care. she withdrew to ask more of what had occurred and for a tiny second, something akin to hurt glinted in her gaze. "I'm sure he's heard about it from Shale, or -"  she broke off as familiar voice had her half-twist, gaze alighting on Loir. 

the last she'd seen of the woman, her attempts at remedying the hurt she felt (hurt she could not understand in the least - who wished they'd gotten maimed?) had resulted in Loir making a quick and silent exit. her face settled into something unreadable, and was spared having to probe at the woman's droppiness by Aviana's question.