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She tensed when the man rose to his feet, her hand gripping the hilt of the dagger even tighter. But, he remained by his tree, and she listened tentatively to his words; she was trying to pay attention to him as well as her surroundings, still under the impression that danger was close. "We have a healer... But I don't know if she'll help you. We don't mess with others outside of the clan, but she may feel different for this case." Despite her distrust for the dark man, he was still a creature, and it'd be morally wrong for her to leave him out there to die without attempting to help him to an extent of her abilities. She guessed if no one would want to touch him, she would try to heal his leg with the very basic knowledge she had... even if it would be to her greatest displeasure.
But, as she breathed in the air to smell what was in the area once more, she became a little relieved that Emma was already on her way, and did not have to call her there herself. Her faced warmed at the sight of the burdened woman, and returned her wave in earnest, and turned back to the male with more soured expression. She became even more aware and paranoid as the blonde walked up to her; Sparrow knew that the healer was carrying, by scent and the slight bump on her abdomen, and she would be damned if she were to be attacked and she was there to stop it.
She nodded at Emma's request, and murmured, "Of course." Sparrow gave one more glance at the woman, and turned her gaze to the wolf as if just by the hostility in her pointed gaze was warning enough not to try anything funny, still refusing to underestimate him despite his disabled state. With that, she stepped over the border and went past the male, though she made sure to keep him in sight while scouted out the radius of the place.
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