Ruined

At the sound of Zee's voice, Iolaire visibly cringed. Her own ears plastered to her skull momentarily before she cast a glance over her shoulder at the approaching wolf. The concern in the woman's voice brought another sigh from the tiny, dark fae. There was no use in worrying her. Maybe if she said that she was fine, Zee would go away and would leave her alone. "I'm fine," she said, though not terribly convincingly. Io turned her head away from the horned woman, trying to hide the scrapes along her muzzle and chin. Her lower lip had a healing gash in it as well. Io was obviously out of sorts. She was very uncomfortable and just wanted the encounter to be over with. If there was a medical need, however... she would get over it as she had when she healed Deathbelle.