I meant when I said I wanna get well

The colors of the strange wolf nearly screamed Armada, but his scent held no familiarity- no taste of blood. She was perplexed, but she supposed that it wasn't just her family that held such glorious colours. When he faced her, seemingly making it clear that he would speak, she lowered herself back onto her haunches, grimacing slightly as her bruised hip contacted the ground. Shifting to rest her weight on her right side, she nodded slightly, but verbally dismissed her wounds with a flick of her ear, "Others were hurt far worse, I will live." She spoke coolly her tone smooth, but not unfriendly. "You seemed to have escaped unscathed," She would comment, her violet eyes looking him over. He did seem unscathed. "Either you got extremely lucky, or this wasn't your first earthquake." She said with a light chuckle.

She got the feeling that he was slightly uneasy, and she smiled slightly, hoping to put him at ease. Then she remembered! Agh, she was failing with manners lately. "Oh, I seem to be losing my mind." She joked. "My name is Roman Armada." She didn't add her title. She didn't feel much like a queen when her body ached like hell.