She's nursing her injured ankle when a deep, resonant voices carries over to her. How had she been so unaware of his approach? Turquoise gaze lifts quickly, the fur along her spine rising instinctually as she first assesses the stranger. His tone is warm, an influence of a background unknown to her causing curiosity to shift beneath the surface. He doesn't appear threatening, his demeanor very much relaxing and open.
Bramble nods slowly as he suggests that she might have taken a nasty fall and needed help. Though she is typically very social and talkative, she is somehow struck silent as he takes a few more cautious steps toward her. With it being her first time out alone in the wide world of Boreas, and now injured, she felt... small and insecure and weak. How was she to defend herself if she couldn't run away? Couldn't stand on her own four paws? Granted it was probably only a sprain, but even that would still hurt right away.
He respects her space though, even as he asks if he could take a look. At first, she's conflicted, unsure if she should trust him, but what did she have to lose? Perhaps he was truly nice and simply wanted to help a fallen maiden. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt anymore than it does now," she offers, a timid and bashful smile crossing her darkened lips as she continues to stare up at the man from her position on the ground.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
