Patch me up

Elizabeth honestly hadn't been expecting much from him. Yet the information he gave her was valued. Not that she needed it, after all whatever her pack thought of others was what she was supposed to think right? At least that's what her father had wanted and it was a part of pack life. It made her chuckle when he explained about his ventures with Winterfell. Though what really caught her ears was where he hailed from.... who was he anyway? "Ahh, Elizabeth Adravendi Sorry, I didn't quiet catch who you were either Sir." she smiled. Looking over the wound once more with the poltuce she had placed on it. It seemed he was a healthy strong male, she didn't think he'd have any trouble recovering not in these lands at least.

"I'm sorry to intrude too but you said your pack the Armada was warriors? I ask because well, my sister Kaizer is looking for a home and she's a loyal warrior if I were to ever know one." it might not have been a good idea to send Kaizer to a pack who might be rivaling with her own. However if it meant her sisters happiness it really didn't matter. Kaizer cared more about the culture of the pack rather than their family now. After meeting Roza they had come here what they came to do and it was now time to live their own lives. "I know it's probably not the smartest asking, since I'm not aware of Valhalla and your packs standing but me and my siblings have always had pack loyalty in our blood and we recently lost our home." She quickly explained hoping it wasn't boring him.