Iorwerth, thankfully, didn't say anything when Satu called out, though it soon became clear that he wasn't going to say anything at all, and a few minutes into the silent treatment the exuberant female was beginning to think that maybe arguing with him wasn't so bad at all. She was actually trying to think of something to say that would actually goad him into a good argument when something happened that completely distracted her from Iorwerth's stubborn silence.
"Uncle Dutiron?"
Satu gaped at the wolf who had answered her call, for a moment after her startled exclamation completely unable to form a coherent sentence even in her own head. She was vaguely aware of Dutiron's greeting, but was unable to answer. Her eyes slid guiltily to stare behind him, half-expecting to see her mother there too, and she felt even more guilty for feeling relieved to see nothing but emptiness there.
It was Iorwerth's matter-of-fact words that brought her back into focus. "Oh, uhm... Iorwerth kind of had a bit of an accident and I guess he hit his head because he doesn't remember anything and I was really hoping to get Song or Novella or someone to take a look at him because I don't really know healing and yeah..." she blurted out in one breath, then gulped in another and added - "What are you doing here?"
