Sea Lion Shores xviii. you and i are equally unversed in gentleness

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The nightwisp turns as he blinks into her peripherals - a glimmer of concern evident in her remaining eye as it watches his approach. "Not at all," she blinks in surprise, wondering what kind of wolf might send away an injured traveler. "Are you alright?" Follows shortly after, the dark femme grimacing at the stupidity of such a question only moments after, hoping that he understands she's inquiring as to whether he needs medical assistance. 

She's not quite a healer but she does consider herself intermediate in the curative arts - botany and healing were appropriate fascinations for a girlchild of Lirea, she'd been well versed. Perhaps the wisp could scrounge up something nearby to doctor him with. 

"I'm Rhælla - Rhæ," she stutters suddenly in introduction - realizing she hadn't quite gotten there yet.