Undertow

Percy hauled herself up at the call, sure, she wasn’t as imposing a greeter as someone like Resin, or Askan, but the caller seemed to be asking for help, and even if she needed help herself more often than not, well, at least she could maybe keep them company until someone else arrived right? She barely felt Theo scramble up her shoulder and resume his usual perch on her shoulder, lengthening her strides easily to close the distance to where the call had come from.

She had to blink once, and then twice at the sight that met her. "Y’look worse than I do," she said without thought her head canting to the side ever so slightly before her eyes widened in shock. "I mean, sorry! I’m Percy, nobody important, no sireee! But if it’s help y’need I’m sure someone here’ll be able to patch y’up..." Her smile was tight and showed far too many teeth. Fuck, she should have just stayed where she was. She tipped back her head to call for Askan, or Tam, or Resin... or just... someone more adulty and capable than she was. There was a distinct hint of help! in her howl.

"Percy". "Theo".