March On

It appeared that she had, in fact, disturbed the lady who had been resting. However, the pale ginger female bore no malice. Her features twisted into a gentle smile. "Hello," she said, and sat up primly. "Are you all right?" she asked, with the faintest hint of concern in her voice. Those eyes of hers were quite lovely, as she looked into them. They reminded her of her smallest daughter. Gods above, Lirika. You're getting old, comparing fine young women to your daughters instead of expressing attraction. The cruel barb flew through her mind, lodged itself at the forefront of her attention. It was true. Perhaps she was out of her prime, now.

A soft hum uttered itself, and she lifted a dark forepaw to wave dismissively. Flicking some glimmering water to and fro, before replacing it upon the soil. She turned her dark lips up into a warm smile. "Just a little bump," She assured the woman. Her thick accent made it sound a little harsher than she intended, as it did with anything she said. "nothing to be overly concerned about." It didn't hurt too much, at least currently. She turned her head briefly to examine it. No blood dripped from her skin, nor fur torn away. Yes, she'd be fine.

Before much more could be said, yet another wanderer emerged. Pale faced, with ink swathed bodice. Young, comparatively. Wading through the murky water that surrounded them, she took the pair in with violet eyes. "Do you guys need anything, it looks like your guys could?" she questioned softly. For a moment, the phantom turned her attention to the ginger furred woman. After a pause, she returned her attention to the darker female. "I don't believe I do, dear. Thank you." She crooned, the gentle smile returning to her features.