Ouch and Painful and Bloody Hell

Things had gone a little wrong during Kaino's hunt. More than a little, maybe. The lavender and smoke fae could see out of only one eye. The other was swollen shut. There were lacerations on her shoulders and sides. She didn't think that there were any broken ribs, but she wasn't a healer. That was what she needed. A healer.

As Kaino limped her way back towards the band, she let out a howl for anyone with an ounce of healing skill. The woman was wobbly. She'd taken a very hard knock to the head. After a while, she was tired of walking and simply sat. The mist of the moor curled around her, threatening to eat her up. Good thing she was sitting in the center of the well worn border path. All she had to do now was wait.

"Speech"