Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

She didn't notice the stranger until he was practically atop her.
She jumped slightly - it was more a lurch of her head and tensing of her muscles - when he chuffed to her.
But danger didn't chuff.

Sacnite calmed herself in a few seconds, looking to the scarred man.
He looked so soft, yet so haggard too. She was taken aback...his eye didn't look good either. Nor his leg...
"Do you need help?"
Her head tilted, wondering how she could help him. If she could.
Perhaps...if he knew how she could collect what he needed.