Firefly Glen Ma Zasush Dasse; Its just a flesh wound

There was the strange language she spoke and her eyes brightened "Sha" She repeated the word curiously as it rolled from her tongue and then after a few moments pause of figuring out the right words in common she asked "What language you speak?". She was curious about the girl's homeland, for she had the most exotic name she had ever heard and spoke a language unknown to her. She loved to collect knknowledge, it was her skill point. To document everything inside of her mind and use it to help instead of using her fangs and body like she had been trained to. The girl said she could help on the moss end and she nodded, unsure if the mud would be a great idea when she wasnt sure of a place to wash it off relatively soon. She had already begun to stand up as Praimfaya asked if she could and tested her weight the wound stinging and welling up with a tiny amount of blood with each step but not looking too terrible. "Anha liz ayyey gi yith" she knew she wouldn't be understood and simply stated "Always" as she began to limp around, searching the bottoms of trees and flipping rocks over to look for clumps of moss.