Razorback Ridge and how they hold you like a gun

Blinking against the light, her sight soon enough readjusts and the shadows clinging to her peripherals dissipate - revealing the dark, burned figure before her with clarity. 

Fluffy auds twitch to attention as his nervous, fumbling octaves reach them - a tic at the corner of her lips the only indication of the sluggish, bemused grin threatening to overtake her features. She bites it back by whetting her lips, not wishing to make the male more tense. 

Fortunately for him, they are fairly matched in their social ineptitude. "It's quite alrigh'."

"I am..I, uh, I vill be," she stuttered, brain still humming and jumbled with frantic thoughts. "Zank ye, ser, fer yer kindness."

"I'm Awenfen," she blurted, seemingly at a loss for words - figuring that was probably the next step in such a conversation though she was no expert. Perhaps the anxious male would hurry along his path once assured that she was fine.