One Wrong Move

The man agreed to her offer of aid and the striped woman nodded, green eyes shifting around the space to look for water of some sort. She spied a barrel of water, no doubt used to cool whatever metal the man was working on. Taking a cloth from her satchel, Lyre moved across the space, paws barely making a sound, and dipped it within the water. Coming back, the fae sat on her haunches, taking the brute's injured paw in her delicate appendage. Everything about Lyre was slender and streamlined, her paws included.

As she began gently cleaning away the blood from the man's wound, he gave his name. The fae allowed her gaze to shift up to his tan and russet features momentarily, meeting his green eyes with her own verdant pools. "Lyre," she replied in kind, adding after, "Servant to Azure and Hanako." She didn't say slave, but servant would show her lack of status easily enough.

Once the wound was cleaned of blood, Lyre gently moved each of the brute's digits, eyes closed as she felt for breaks. "You're in luck," she informed the man softly. "You didn't break anything, but it will probably be swollen and sore for a while." After that she sifted around in her pack for something to put on the wounds.

"Lyre"