Chimera Fields pastel ghost

Thankfully, it seemed he wasn't in search of a medic – Pukei's knowledge on healing was woeful and she wouldn't have the faintest clue on where to begin asking around if he did need one. Her nose wiggles as she tests his scent, wondering if he had come from a pack but finds herself unable to pin down any one smell that is stronger than the others. So he was a loner like herself?

As he draws attention to his scarred over eye by winking – or what she supposed was an attempt at a wink – the girl winces sympathetically, suddenly grateful she had no such disfiguration and wondering what had caused it. Frostbite? A bear attack? Prying questions danced on her tongue but she holds back.

She listens intently instead to his explanation, before letting out a round of laughter at the awkward confession that follows. "Ah, don't be so hard on yourself, Gav!" she says, ever the optimist. "You remembered what to do about it when it itches, yeah?" She stands then, humming thoughtfully. "And it'd be pretty hard to overdose on mint." Right? Maybe she'd ask the man's sister if she ever met her.

"Anyway, surely there's plenty of herbs around here!" she continues on a ramble, glancing over the fields before turning back to her company. "Maybe we can find something else that could help!"