Welcome Home.

Io had already been awake when the knock sounded at the door. Aslatiel's soft voice called out a moment later and the dainty healer wasted no time in sliding open the fur over the door and moving out into the morning sunlight. She was feeling decent this morning. No nausea or dizziness yet, knock on wood.

Coming out into the open, Green-gold eyes fixed on the big brute sitting on her furs, then shifted to stare inquisitively at her niece. Asla explained that her new friend was injured and had a rotten wound. Io furrowed her brow and moved to the brute who, upon closer inspection of his face, was nothing more than a young boy. A large boy, but very young. "What happened? Tell me of your wounds." She sent Asla inside to grab her pack with her supplies. In the mean time, she waited for an explanation.