Dragoncrest Cliffs archangel

not at all! <3

"li pa mal konsa," mireille crooned. "only a jellyfish." maleah was there, then, and the obsidian felt herself strengthen at the presence of the other.
while mireille had been gifted a bit of her mother's knowledge, it was not thorough. she was not a healer. poor chantale. these things invited such curiosity, only to leave one with a painful sting.
"mèsi, maleah," the leader murmured.
she sorted through the herbs until she found something that might be topical for pain, and chewed quickly, a ragged poultice applied. kelp would have been her mother's choice, but she did not want to leave chantale at the moment. "it hurts. it will not keep hurting for long," she assured.