SCARS BLEED GOLDEN / JOINING + INJURED

[SOLVEIG]

It seemed people had quite the habit of getting washed up on the island. Or, so given that Solveig had done practically the same thing not so long ago, it was perhaps ironic that yet another shared her fate. Injuries, getting washed up on the shore, not knowing exactly where you might have been or what was going on. Of course, she had been lucky that she hadn't simply died- it was one thing to get washed up, it was another to fall off a short cliffside into the water and float for most of the day. Regardless, the fate was unfortunate, leaving even her with a bandaged shoulder and an annoying limp that grated her more for her gait to be ruined by the limp than any actual pain of it itself.

Still, even she couldn't ignore the call of the passerby as she made her way around the island, three steps smooth, one step labored. Solveig had yet to find another headscarf to cover her soft brown patches of fur around her face, where cocoabrown circled the area of her eyes and cheeks and softened in color towards her neck. A line of black surrounded a pair of sharp violet eyes, an unnatural color, but stunning nonetheless, if not for the calm, considerate look that often shone there. 'Hello out there!' It  was a simple enough call, simple enough that one might not consider the possibility that anything was wrong. Still, the pretty snowshoe made her way, turning her path as she began to follow and trail off towards the voice. It wasn't long until she found Ryuu- not by the shore, but in the town. He, soaking and patched up, look hardly like he belonged, her violet eyes snapping onto him and holding like he were a target. "You look like you need help?" her honey-sweet voice echoed softly, not aloud, but reaching out to touch his mind and his thoughts instead. She wasted no time while speaking, of course, stepping forward and looking him over again to see if there were any further injuries that were pressing. She herself was still tired from her own recent near-drowning, but it did not mean that she could not also offer up her own medical skills if such were pressing. "I can help you with any other injuries you may possess," she offered up, regardless. Still, the snowshoe's chest gently rose with an intake of breath, then fell slowly as she exhaled, "Though you do seem to have that managed... Welcome to the Typhoon, sir." She poised herself, her chin still slightly high as if she had more to say, but nothing came, her words lingering off into silence as her head ever so slightly canted towards one side, questioning his presence with no more than a glance, waiting for him to elaborate himself.

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