This Glancing Life Is Like A Morning Star

Call her a skeptic but the cinammon vixen eyes the two of them like a hawk; something deep within her called for it and it was a while before she realized it was the call of blood. Blood callin blood, as if their own DNA was screaming for each other. She looked at them like she was unsure, uncertain, her fiery gaze optics was locked on their every move, registering their actions and making small mental notes of their situation, analysing everything that was being thrown at her. In the back of her mind she knew it was a blessing to have met a Healer in such a secluded place. The doubt radiating from her every fiber like heat off a radiator and yet she decided to chose silence as her weapon and keep her lips shut, after all, she could not handle this on her own and they will have to take the chance of poisoning if it meant this will save the male life even if she was too questioning to easily persuade.

Will he survive? her brow rose in question towards the two of them. Perhaps it ws too soon to tell but if there was a chance of him moving closer to the oblivion she had to mentally prepare herself for the worst case scenario. It was only after the woman applied the hide that her auditory system flickered at the companion voice and her gaze ruptured from the male towards the source of it. Ah, yes. she came to her senses, even though she hold manners dear to her the situation at hand made her completely forget the obvious. Ithuriel. Nephthys Ithuriel. she offered her name to them, nodding her regalia in formal greetings to all of them. As soon as the woman presented the glass jar to her her optics widened slightly in surprise. What is this? she had never seen such construction nor was she familiarized with its material. It was like it was made of clear, fresh water; transparent, invisible so one can gaze inside to its containts.