This Glancing Life Is Like A Morning Star

What in the world was she thinking when she decided to aid this male? Good question, she was not. If she were she would have registered the wound properly and asset the damages fore this man might not even survive a night with the proper care or a Medic. A pause. A sigh, barely audible, a whisper which would easily be mistaken for a slight breeze of the wind around them if not attentive enough as she moved mechanically, tail twisting and turning around her frame creating the illusion of floating against earth though with motions so rigid, considerably similar to those of a machine, purely void of simple characteristics of a soul.

A sound broke the silence however it did not belong to any of them. It was someone new, another stranger that called out to them. Within moment she turned on her heel, gracefully, giery orange lenses roamed over the approaching femme as she took in her appearances.Yes? her eyebrow arched in question as her regalia tilted just a notch towards her right. The obsidian caracal was swift to release the vines and step in front of his mistress in smooth motions. He was on guard with everu single unfamiliar face that made a contact with his mistress fore he knew better than anyone what these beings nature was like, they all returned to their basic instincts one way or another.  

The cinnamon babe ears would flicker in response, auditory system catching each and every word. A Medic. Gods are smiling upon us, Alphonse. her gaze returned to the caracal cat, his irritation was visible due to his tail lashing behind him. I found this man not long from here. I tried to patch him to the best of my abilities but he is in need of proper help.