all i need is time

*Ara* · 11-22-2016, 12:09 PM

Ara was not a naive woman. She knew the sort of wolves that existed in the world - she'd encountered one herself, the man who'd raped Novel, who'd come to threaten their family. She never wished violence on anyone, but she would easily fight him to defend her family if it ever came down to it. The woman was not at all ignorant to the fact that anyone she approached could mean danger to her. It was a possibility, but if someone was hurt, it was a risk she was often willing to take. It was an instinct rooted deep in the very nature of who she was, and she often didn't think twice before approaching someone who might need help.

As she drew closer, she noted the woman had eyes of two colors. She was large, with the build of a warrior if she'd ever seen one before. She had always thought that her father was an man of impressive size.. and this one, well, she easily stood a head taller than him. She moved cautiously, though, poised as though ready to flee if necessary as she made her way across the sands. This woman could easily be a threat to her, though truthfully she was inexperienced in fighting and fleeing both and knew she was as easy a target as a child. She was far from stupid though, and her wariness showed as she closed the distance between them carefully.

It was more obvious now that she was hurt, in some way. Why would anyone be lying soaking, shivering, in the sand like that? Ara's own coat was a bit damp still, since her first instinct - and the instinct of anyone who was feeling well - was to get somewhere to dry off. The woman spoke, and Ara found herself not at all surprised by the larger woman's voice. It was deeper, stronger, and heavier than her own gentle one. When she explained that she was alright, a frown of worry turned the corners of her lips down. She sure didn't seem alright. But her next question said more than she needed to. Ara nodded, her posture slackening as she finally came within a few feet of Ricochet. Close enough to get a better look at her, but close enough to hightail out of there if she needed.

Nothing was wrong on the surface. The woman's eyes seemed clear, if not pained, and she smelled no blood. There was nothing life-threatening going on, not that she could see. No blood, no smell of infection. She tipped her head slightly upward, from its lowered position as she tested the air more deeply. She knew just because it wasn't obvious didn't make it any less serious, though, and her brows pulled together in worry.

"I am a healer," she told her, her voice smaller than she felt. Perhaps she could be of some help here. Her gaze roved over Ricochet's form, searching for answers. "You seem to be in some kind of pain. I- I can maybe try to help you." Her voice held a certainty, in her own abilities, though a slight quiver as she assessed the stranger. "Tell me, please, what might be wrong?" The wariness in her stare seemed more confident now, as her mind shifted too. Rather than worrying about the woman's intentions, she was investigating what might be wrong and prepared to figure out how to help her as soon as she knew more. She was always more comfortable in that mindset, and found her stiff posture growing more relaxed as she waited for a response.

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