Herbalists' Cache wake up

Desdemona wheezed slightly as she felt short of breathe and wanted to whine over the aching joints, but held tongue. Despite in a weakened state, one approached without regard to it and bombarded her with a question. She would rather be alone, though unable to move caused her to stay and listen toward his questioning, making her stare at him in silence for quite some time. She wondered why he would approach a wolf like her, who was, and looked quite useless. She would never fathom the minds of others.

"I have not." After quite a few moments of staring at him, the dark dame gave a short answer in an emotionless tone. She mustered her best to give a complete sentence without faltering to a stammer or a whine, and hoped this was enough for the male before her. Her jades glided away from him, as she turned her head away once an answer was given. Desdemona wanted to be alone, in this sorry state, but she was not granted it. After an answer, perhaps she will be then. There was no thought to get help from a stranger, as her mindset was that this will pass sooner or later. Even then, she would not seek help or pity from those around her- that felt pathetic to do. Already pathetic enough, the fae didn't want to worsen the bitter feeling.