Firefly Glen Ma Zasush Dasse; Its just a flesh wound

A young voice greets her softly in a foreign language, not Common and not Duthrika either yet she knows that it is a greeting by the tone. She paused and studied her wound for a moment, checking to ensure she wouldn't dribble blood everywhere during a conversation and then turning to the young girl.  "Small wound. Need mud. Moss." She said forcing herself into common seeing as she was beginning to fear it was going to be impossible to live without it. She studied the girl for a moment and sighed softly, ears twitching back as she gave a slow wag of her tail seeming embarrassed "Help search?" She asked softly. "Pool" She said gesturing to herself, unable to bring herself to let go of her homeland enough to speak her true name freely.