smoking cigarettes on the roof

The cryptborn hisses to herself, trying to figure out exactly what she was going to do from here. Grumbling, grumping as she examined the cut. Yeah, that was... that was certainly something. The rock had split the flesh, scraped it open, and she really was bleeding. It would be uncomfortable until it healed. Hell, it would be even more than uncomfortable trying to get back to dad so he could fix it. With a sigh, Hen plunked down on her ass to take a better look.

It's then that someone else draws her attention. Already in the process of licking at the wound, her gaze falls on the girl. Some sort of dryad, popping up from the roots of a tree. She's tiny, far tinier than Hen or any of her siblings. Still, it seemed she was already in the process of gathering things together, flitting about, collecting... healer... things? Hen didn't actually know what she was looking at, but she also wasn't in a position to refuse.

Nah, there was no way the girl before her was... real. She had to be some sort of hallucination. Well, Henbane wasn't going to look a gift hallucination in the mouth, and the stinging in her paw was still enough to keep her attention. "If uh, if it isn't trouble," she offered a sheepish smile. The cryptborn watches curiously as the waif sets about her collecting, curious as to what exactly she's up to.

"Speech"