02-02-2021, 12:10 PM
Sophiea's parents both died but it was moreso from being ill, it had taken her father first and eventually her mother passed away from presumably heartbreak. She didn't dwell on it much given the fact that she had been mostly raised by her nan yet Averill only ever got a few months with their parents, he had been so young that he probably didn't remember them. The winged feline let a soft sigh escape her as she leap off of her porch that morning though she immediately winced at the smell of blood, her trademark frown on her maw as she decided to go check out what was the issue and who was bleeding. The Pendragon arrived at the scene noticing that the blood was coming from a small lion cub, she felt some form of dread as she stood there listening to both Atbash and Arrow speak yet they didn't even bother acting, the child could get infections from his injuries. "Excuse me," The British woman said as she slipped pass the two women with her firm gaze fixated onto the lion cub that was there. An adventurer, he had called himself. A snort left her as that alone reminded her of her younger brother, Averill.
She brought her satchel closer beginning to pull out some marigold and bandages for her use, Sophiea let out a soft sigh as she said with a light shake of her head "Alright little adventurer," She began in her usual monotone voice beginning to crush the marigold into a poultice "I'm going to need to apply this to your wounds and bandage your injuries... So, you don't get an infection." She would at least do this much until Moth arrived and dealt with the rest, a light shake of her head deciding that she would distract the cub from the stinging of the poultice as it was applied with conversation "I am Sophiea Pendragon." There was a pause as she continued for a moment only to wrap some of the wounds with bandages after she applied the poultice "You are?" She inquired lightly.
She brought her satchel closer beginning to pull out some marigold and bandages for her use, Sophiea let out a soft sigh as she said with a light shake of her head "Alright little adventurer," She began in her usual monotone voice beginning to crush the marigold into a poultice "I'm going to need to apply this to your wounds and bandage your injuries... So, you don't get an infection." She would at least do this much until Moth arrived and dealt with the rest, a light shake of her head deciding that she would distract the cub from the stinging of the poultice as it was applied with conversation "I am Sophiea Pendragon." There was a pause as she continued for a moment only to wrap some of the wounds with bandages after she applied the poultice "You are?" She inquired lightly.