As her emerald eyes narrowed in on the other, it became obvious that the stranger was not fully able. Her whole body seemed to slouch, as if wilted by some omnipotent pain, some invisible burden that crushed down on her shoulders and made each step more difficult than the last. Her ears perked, the collie-woman leaned forward over the balcony, straining to get a greater view of what she assumed would swiftly become her newest patient. The stranger's words rang out clearly, surprising the cream-pelted healer such that she rocked back suspiciously. Not injured? But clearly, even her voice was stained with some sort of pain and exhaustion! But as the other finished her sentence, Alaine felt her suspicion melt away into confusion. She stood still, waiting for the other to reach the stairs up to the Chien Hotel before answering.
" You are speaking with her, miss Anann. I am Alaine Winters, the healer."
Pushing a copper tendril of hair behind one floppy ear, Alaine quickly stepped forward, and held out one hand in offering of aid to help the swaggering lady up the stairs, and into the hotel. Once inside, she gestured towards a room that branched off from the hall, in which was a table and some chairs.
" Please, sit down, make yourself at ease... How might I be able to help you?"
As she spoke, those wide emerald eyes were scanning the other's body, looking for obvious wounds or broken bones. Nothing seemed apparent, even though the other's body seemed to visibly ache with affliction. What was it that had brought such an obviously strong lady to require her skills?
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