Redsand Canyon her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle

His question only brought back that same panicked look that felt familiarly etched into her features by now. Her head shook, somewhat frantically, as her lips parted uselessly. 

"I donnae know," she whispered helplessly, wrecked by the blockage in her mind. "Ze last zing I can remember is traveling ze steppes..meeting Haoniyao." 

"I try and I try but all I can see is black..I did nae see Aliroth fer sure. 'e vas pale, I could see 'is coat in ze darkness...like a ghost," she muttered hauntingly as a shiver wracked her.

"'e kille' me birds," she murmured, almost to herself, as the realization struck her - uncertain of how she knew but knowing it to be true in her bones. 

Suddenly, she seemed to take stock of the tumult upon the brindled halfling's scarred countenance. Hesitantly, as if uncertain that she should be so bold, the healer reached up wobbily to rasp her tongue across his cheek comfortingly. 

"It vill be okay," she soothed in a gentle rasp, given she'd grasped his attention, "I vill be okay."