It's a strange fit

The ghostly dame had been getting used to her new home after meeting her brother and a lovely dame dubbed Lova, now she was one Abel could get close and personal with perhaps a strong bond would be forged one that could be used later on for her and Lova's benefit it depend upon what happened later on but for now the serpent would take her time in wooing the girl and perhaps another if the serpentine women found someone utterly worth of her being as a whole. Having been spending most of her time exploring yet seeing every den she could find Abel had been digging around looking for potent and useful herbs to use later on when it was needed yet it was more then likely she would be fighting in the war not healing.

The unmistakable scent of blood came to her nose with a brow rising the ghostly serpent glided over the snow as Abelinda searched for the source of the metallic scent. Spotting the shadowed and bleeding form of a brute no less Abel drew closer slowly while taking in the wounds the male sprouted. With the snow stained in blood as it was the serpent rose a brow. ?If you keep bleeding out like that you'll die due to blood loss and be of no use to Isar.? Soft lyrics left her lips as those wounds were more closely looked at, something for the pain perhaps and paste to keep the wounds from getting infected. Finding spider web shouldn't be too difficult to help bind the wounds and keep them from bleeding as they were.