Dragoncrest Cliffs well every lord i pray doesn’t sound the same,

Her questions elicited reaction that, to be blunt, Isleña hadn’t expected. Surely having one’s face scarred must be an unpleasant experience, but it seemed whatever happened to Aure had been truly horrifying. Awful enough to crumble the woman to tears, and strip the voice from her throat. In the end, Isleña didn’t truly know what awfulness had befallen Aure, but it inspired empathy within the banshee, as well as a small amount of pity. 

Islena scooted closer to the distraught woman, feeling slightly guilty for imbuing their nice interaction with a newfound distress. First it had been Isleña to cry, and now Aure was cashing in her chips. Isleña remained silent but allowed a slow whimper-whine to emanate from deep within her throat. She attempted to comfort the woman with carefully uttered series of  “S’okay, s’okay…”  which really held no meaning to her, but she had heard some wolves use it every now and again, and it seemed well within context. Isleña’s lower lip pouted unwillingly, as this brought back all of the things she had done in her life which she wasn’t proud of. There were many.