Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

Her mouth full of herbs and the melancholy Loinnir at her side, Lumi was in the clearing for a change of scenery. Usually the fae was up and about, doing her rounds at the border - but this day had been different. A weird decision, now that a call for her rang through the air. It made her feathery friend hoot in return, for he also recognized the voice. Deidra. The small medic was, much like her, not fit for combat - yet her call seemed not to have come from a squabble, or something else that might threaten their existence. Sooty-tipped ears swiveled, figuring out the direction she ought to go in, and went on her way as she left the herbs she'd picked near a dug cache.

The Faerie Queen approached, distinctively marked tail swaying gently from side to side like a banner she carried high with her. She moved to stand beside her friend, observing the stranger she was with, with curiosity yet also being slightly disturbed. Oh dear. She uttered. The earthy male seemed to have been tattered, ripped apart and mistreated. The wounds seemed old though, so no medical attention could fix what had been done. Was that why he was here? To receive some kind of miracle that would help him get rid of the scars of the past?

Deidei, would you mind introducing me to your new friend? She asked sweetly, shaking off the feeling of uneasiness. An appearance said nothing about a soul, of course, but it did give off an impression that was hard to miss unless blind the beholder was.