Neverwinter Forest scavenge

Familiar blood she could smell then. Not the one who approached her, though. Oh... someone had approached. Her flat, lifeless eyes rose up to peer at his face to search for any sign of hostility. Unlike the first place there was none. Which meant she was safe. Or could be safe. Ordinary to some, a godsend to her was his face. He asked her something... something...

Going, She parroted in a tired, warbling voice. Here, she gestured to where they stood. She swayed in place, new blood dripping toward her eye. Old blood dried around what was once an ear; was it anymore? Shego did not know. He was right; this was deliberate. Shego squinted at him, his features blurred. She saw his eyes though. Confusion. Her eyes, lifeless though they were, seemed to share that.

She had come here for something. Something...

Another cursory sniff. Come with me? She asked, tail twitching. She needed to be going. That sounded right. Come with me, and you will see, her high voice encouraged, and come to find the answer you seek. She stepped forward, but had not meant to; bloodloss had caused her to become dizzy, and she frowned at the disobedience of her own faculties.