If Wishes Were Fishes

*Ara* · (This post was last modified: 08-16-2015, 02:30 PM by Ara.)

Ara's normal quiet and reserved demeanor seemed to shift away as she slipped into the role of healer. Despite her lack of formal training, and despite not being known as any great medic, she was deeply confident in her skills and sudden, cool confidence would wash over her as she eyed Harekr. He seemed fully conscious, even cracking a joke, and she would shake her head quickly - and a bit scoldingly. "An itchy head will feel quite amazing compared to what might happen if you continue rubbing at it," she warned him gently.

At his greeting, she offered a meek smile of her own. It had been so long since she'd interacted with anyone of her family thay it almost felt foreign to do so. Harekr seemed harmless enough but she knew it was difficult to tell anything at first glance. Wolves wore masks that concealed who they were entirely - and she could never be certain that anyone was as they seemed.

"If you lean down I'll help clean it," she offered finally. Her blue eyes swept their surroundings, searching for anything that might aid in the healing process, but the night was dark and she was hesitant to leave Harekr's side until she was certain his wound was tended to.

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