Hope
06-15-2014, 11:16 PM
The male lying before her on the ground was both irritating and concerning. Part of her was annoyed to be out in the snow, as ill as she was. Most of her however couldn't fathom, why he was just lying there. Letting out a slight huff as he spoke, she stepped closer to him. She would come to a halt nearly standing over him. "I've been called many things, but certainly, I am no angel." She remarked to his strange question. Her neck stretched forward, her muzzle seeking to bump against his shoulder. "Can you walk? Should I call for a healer?" Already, she was far more concerned with seeing to it that the seemingly delusional male was cared for, rather than left out here to freeze. "If you lay out here, you'll freeze to death." She remarked pointedly. What would she do with him? Why was he just laying here? Was he lost? Speech, |