where am i?

Veigar was naive to the horrors of the world; he had no idea what sort of things had befallen this woman, didn't know why she was here nor why she was in this condition. All he knew was that he wouldn't be seen going home looking like this, all bloody and dirty and gross - so wherever she belonged, she needed to get herself cleaned off. "I'm Veigar. Are you new then? I've never seen you before," he admitted as they walked together.

Her mental discomfort was obvious, but Veigar had a hard time wrapping his head around it. He was definitely a bit stunted, not quite familiar with too many wolves and how they might express their emotions. To him, Noelani mostly just seemed weird, but he wouldn't dwell on it for long, especially not when there were important things to do like get her cleaned up properly. Her comment about not meaning to come here didn't make much sense to him, but he overlooked it as they reached the edge of the stream and she began to climb in, shivering from the cold.

Though he was hardly what you'd call empathetic, it was obvious she was in pain. "Should I call a healer to help you? Something must hurt?" His nose scrunched up in concentration as he watched her, ever-curious as he tried to figure out who she was and what she was doing here. It seemed increasingly clear to him that he was missing at least part of the story.