Sleeping Dragon Voices in [M]y head keep screaming

The days since the incident had passed by in a blur. She strayed after the other Sahiras but made no effort to converse nor did she seek out company in her dark savior. In fact some could speculate she purposely disappeared for a day or so only to turn back up behind the group. Outwardly she looked the same though the bright gleam in her eyes seemed to have dulled down, leaving her looking empty of much else except sadness. That day she had heard Priest's voice, calling out and pulling her to respond to his call for help but she found her paws moving intentionally slow across the ground. She wasn't intentionally being slow to respond to Priest or ignoring the need for help but she felt that as a Sahira who had broken her affinity, she wouldn't be needed anyway. 

She came upon the scene but remained in the shadows, watching as Priest tended to an unfamiliar she wolf. She heard it stated that the woman had been poisoned and watched as Priest went off to grab what was needed. How odd....for someome who claimed to be agony, he was going out of his way to tend to a stranger. Her gaze fell upon the she wolf and Immediately she felt the sympathy that was natural to her soften her features and she found comfort in the fact that here was a wolf who needed her. She sniffed the air and checked to see if Priest could be heard coming back before sliding up beside the ill stranger "take deep breaths and shut your eyes against the visions. Focus on what you know. The ground, my smell, the feeling of someone beside you. That way the visions hold less power" she spoke, her sweet voice hushed and soothing as she neglected to touch the stranger but remained close so that nothing would happen to her while Priest was away.