more than i can chew

Though the age difference between the two was hardly much at all, she couldn't help but feel like Aryn was as delicate and malleable as a child might be. There was no doubt she'd been injured and was suffering from some level of confusion, though it was hard to tell just how much. She hardly seemed any less naive when she explained she'd been trying to take down an elk, especially in her state. Eyrún tsked disapprovingly, shaking her head. "Stupid is one word for it. You could've been killed. Nearly seems like you were," she mused, voice dropping a few octaves as she leaned over her and tried to examine her. She seemed injured, bleeding from her temple and quite possibly elsewhere, but she didn't seem mortally wounded. Eyrún returned the smile, pleasant despite being feigned. "Eyrún Finnvi, at your service. Here to rescue you - if you want rescuing, that is," she instructed her with a little half-assed bow. This was a sign, Eyrún was completely sure of it. Something she cared deeply for had been taken from her by the gods and here they were, handing her another potential companion as a replacement - this one didn't have ones but she decided she could work with it anyway. At least she had to try.