Hushed Willows bird of a feather, hold it together

She had found the beautiful fairy queen, her little owl perched on her back as she walked. No, limped. The little pixie picked up her speed as she moved to intercept her injured mistress, her lips still holding tight to her bundle of fur and herbal mixes. It did not take long for her to be able to cut her off, a gentle bark came muffled from her lips so that she would not startle the duo. When that was safe she would be in front, her eyes first dipping in a soft bow before she eyed the injury. Why had she not come to her, why suffer when she was not alone?

She set down her collection before she spoke. "..Queen lulu, are you hurt?" her voice was soft but held worry and sorrow.