Northstar Vale Skin and Bones

"So sorry, mi'lady," the pixie soughed as a contrite tongue rasped over her chops, feeling a swell of sympathy and shame for having caused the fugitive more pain - however necessary. 

"I 'ad ta be sure zere vere nae breaks, or zat it 'ad 'ealed vrong," she explained, pawing a few herbs closer. 

"But it is good news! I zink yer ankle vas only sprained, an' it seems ta be 'ealing nicely," she smiled cheerfully as she revealed this. 

"Zese are daisy leaves," the halfling slid the dried leaves to rest at Corra's paws, "for ze aching." 

When that matter had been attended to, the tribal fae deliberated a moment - fallen silent and clearly warring with the confines of her trusting heart, guarded mind. 

"If'n ye should feel a need ta speak ta someone, if'n yer mind 'as been injured too...I vould 'appily 'elp," the wolfdog imparted sincerely, if a bit shyly, as a tentative smile of encouragement lit up her face. 

"I know 'ow it feels ta be vrongly imprisoned."