Dragoncrest Cliffs archangel

caught by the soft seawords on maleah's tongue, mireille felt herself growing calmer as curiosity swept in to replace the jagged emotion. she was learning, the obsidian told herself redundantly; considering it piqued the crimson ears and the quiet heart, which knew devotion when it showed.
and maleah was becoming one of them. already she was, and yet she was drawing ever nearer. mireille crooned to the injured girl. "do as she says. you will feel better," in loving reassurance, as jawline and pawpad worked to smooth the chewed mess of medicinal greenery over the aching flesh. "look at me, eh? not at dat t'ing."