Wheeling Gull Isle it must be that old evil spirit; so deep down in your ground

The sea, the current. Orochi- whom she mentions, she had hurt as a whelp, and Huā's brow quirks upward- noting she must ask the boy about it later. And a description that could only match Minori (whom Huā still didn't realize was related to Orochi!) A gesture to the limb; the empress' gaze follows, squinting with mild pity, not wishing to imagine the pain the girl was in.

The next question throws her off guard, and her eyes widen. A moment of pause, to collect her thoughts. No. If anything, I would like to bring you doctor- but she may have to touch you. Huā warned, the ghost of a smirk gracing her features momentarily. She settled onto her haunches casually, scooting just slightly forward. I am Huā, huángdì here- empress. This place call Yuèlóng. If you stuck here, maybe we help nurse you back to health- and you pay us simple favor, as you healing. It was just a little suggestion, though the mermaid knew Hela's options were quite limited now. And púrén- as the rank was called, did mean servant, after all. Being at the bottom of any hierarchy sucked, but the empress thought it much better to recieve help and a temporary home in exchange for work, than be left stranded in the forest as a living punching bag.