As Ara moved closer to the stranger, it became more readily apparent that she was unable to communicate much to her. The pain must've been almost unbearable, because instead of responding, she simply writhes on the ground, curling into herself as though willing herself to disappear. Ara can't ignore the pull to help, no matter how badly off her patient might be. Her pace slowed as she drew closer, not wanting to startle the already injured woman or even scare her off with her approach. The worse thing she could do would be to try to scramble to her paws and run away, so Ara's movements are submissive and cautious as she approached her, head held low to the ground.
The vomiting elicited a frown from Ara. Not a good sign, no matter the reason, unless she was with child, and she saw no indications of that. Slowly she would close the distance between them, observing her as best as she could, noting the blood-red color of her eyes. Slowly Ara moved to set her herb pouch on the earth, nosing through its meager contents. Luckily with the arrival of spring she'd been able to start building up her stores again, bit by bit, but it was hard to tell what could help this woman without knowing exactly what had happened. She grabbed a slightly wilted cannabis leaf and slowly set it on the ground, nosing it toward the woman. "Eat this," she offered gently, her voice certain. "It will help relax your muscles, and ease the pain so you can rest. It should help with the nausea, too."
Ara wasn't sure if she would follow her instructions, but she hoped she would. If not? Well, she wouldn't force her and wouldn't really even insist much if she wanted to argue with her, but her gaze was compassionate and her brow furrowed in worry as she looked her over and tried to get a better idea of what had happened. A fight, of some sorts, maybe? She wasn't totally sure.
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