Horizon Ridge alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest

the girl holds the woman's gaze steadily, though she does not refute her words. she does not lack the ability to turn breath to words, but rather the will, the practise. words are wind, oft hollow and fast-fading. 

will be ok, is not ok, and the shadow steps near, falling still only a moment before extending her muzzle, brushing lightly along the side of the woman's brow, drawing soft inhale as she tests for the metallic scent that will mean that the raven's talons had dealt sufficient damage. the rest of her is still, intent on ensuring her companion has not been dealt hurt that may fester.