What if this is it?

The voice of another drew her blood red gaze from the destruction of Boreas, this one sounded young, though there was sorrow thick in the tones of the timid greeting. "Hello, yes, I am alright." Looking down at the red that brushed the bottom of the girl's paws, Azariah's eyes widened beneath her mask. Swiping her paw over her head, Azariah let her skull mask clatter to the ground as she looked over the yearling with concern. "You're bleeding, would you like some help?" It wasn't often that Azariah was willing to help another, but this girl seemed to have been through enough than to be left to suffer with bloody paws. Without hesitation, the witch pulled one of the younger girl's paws up to observe the deep crack that bled.

This was not so bad, but infection could set in, which would lead to sepsis. "Umbra, fetch some yarrow and a wide leaf. I may need some kind of cording to use to bind it together." As soon as her order was ushered, Umbra flew off with a chortled call and went to find what was needed. In the meantime, Azariah would try and get her new friend to calm down. The girl seemed rather panicked, even though it was not outwardly displayed, Azariah was perceptive enough to spot the dilated eyes and harried breaths that the girl took. "I am Azariah, by the way. A witch healer. I noticed the eruption and figured that others would need help." A gentle smile was given to the younger girl, while the healer was nervous, she didn't want to add to the stress of her charge.