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"that's alright,"  she offered, voice low. "not knowing where to start." gaze traces the bloodied mess that is the woman's face, empathy tightening her chest. she remembers of when all had been stolen from her and she had been suddenly unmoored.

stiffening slightly, regretting slightly her words, she turns to practicality and asks, "who did this to you? have you seen a healer?" a threat must be dealt with, had it not been already, and while the wounds do not look very fresh and it's all too likely the woman had already had someone more informed than she examine the wounds, Dawn knew well the dangers of infection.