Barrow Fields filth

In the distance, a girl. Reverie caught sight of her moments before she fell, and paused for a moment, casting a glance at Boone. Oh, I guess we should help... She breathed softly, and started to guide Blossom over to where the girl had fallen.
Are you alright? Reverie called tentatively, glancing warily into the distance every few seconds. It didn't seem as if anyone or anything was pursuing the stranger — but that didn't mean much. She sniffed tentatively around the fallen figure as she neared, hoping to catch any scents. But there were none. Only the girl, and the sea. It was odd, but so was Reverie, so she didn't mind it.