it's time to make history

"You're fine."

She said it as confirmation she didn't mind and affirmed that he was indeed alive and well. She could almost laugh with relief. Almost. "I'm just glad you're not lost somewhere, yanno?" she grinned awkwardly, swaying her tail "I'm Wren. Currently of Armada" 'Currently' was indeed the word for it "my, ah, alpha... He's training me to be an alpha too." Mentor, not friend, but close. She looked almost sheepish.

She looked at his wounds from her distance, frowning. "You okay?" Once upon a time, Basilisk had offered Armada's healers to her. But he was a prince, and she was not in the position to do that "I... am not a healer" she cautioned "but I could help clean those!" she added, giving a nod to Tanelan. As for his headaches... She knew some remedies for that, having suffered from episodes herself.

But she wasn't going to overstep.

"Speech"