Hani's sudden appearance and subsequent challenge earned her a slight head tilt. Warja had been expecting a warrior, someone strong and capable-looking, to accept her call, not this gaunt, unhealthy-looking woman. She had half a mind to rush forward and offer aid instead of launching an attack. This fae just looked...off. Sickly and unkempt. Her fur was dirty and matted, and she was thin enough that her ribs could be seen through her thick winter coat.
Warja could not, in good conscience, fight this stranger. For several seconds she simply studied the woman. No. Absolutely not. She couldn't do it. "I don't know if I should," she said bluntly. "Miss, are you alright?" The fae certainly didn't look alright.
