Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

Helix nods when the stranger—she can’t remember her name—mentions the other woman. Not having thought much about them since they left, she can’t really say she cared too much, but she’s a little more grounded here in the wilds and doesn’t speak with her teeth first. Luckily, they don’t have to stay on the subject for long as she redirects to the slice from the crab claw. Helix’s venom gaze drops to her leg and she stares at it for a moment, considering the offer.
 
“I guess it should be cleaned,” she said, eyes not drifting from it yet. Likely, it would be fine for the trek back to Drageda but it does sting something angry. “I can pay you with the crab for your help,” she offers, a hint of a smile slipping through her muzzle.