Emberwood coquilles.

She was sure that a traveling healer in these parts had seen the Saints horrific handiwork. The faeries had been lucky not to have any of them critically wounded - especially when Donovan himself had shown up. Then again, he didn't have a cult-following back then. The scents in their former settlement had been weak and perhaps he couldn't risk getting killed inside the court's lands just yet. The time would come, Lumiya hoped - though she'd rather not slay him herself, mostly because she was most likely incapable of doing so, it would bring her immense pleasure to see the center of the violence, the butterfly flap that had caused this storm, die out.

Her ears pressed forward then, listening intently to the other's words. Lumi assumed that, with Hell breaking loose here, any soul would want to flee as far as they could. She hadn't expected a pledge, especially from this stranger she did not even know the name of - but it was the act of Fate she needed to regain hope. Everyone with a pure soul is welcome in our faerie court. She assured with a warm smile, a glint in her eyes that wasn't there before. We mend the broken, much like you do - though having a traveling medic among our ranks... That would be very neat, I think. She elaborated, ending with; And we have many allies in the area. I think they'd appreciate your help too.