Lorielle released a small, short sound in surprise to the sudden jolt of the caravan. Â She grabbed hold of the back of her seat, leaning her weight on one steady foot as her balance was thrown. Â She was fortunate for her fast reflexes, but saw that Kieaira was not quite so lucky. Â She quickly dropped onto the wooden boards on her knees, with absolutely no hesitation, throwing caution and personal space to the wind as she scooped the Miqo'te up from the floor.
Just as she did so, picking the girl up gently but firmly by her under arms, the ink haired Hyur - now known to her as Tobias - told her to take care to Kieaira as he jumped out of the caravan. Â She did not argue that she already knew what to do, nor did she say anything at all. Â She turned her head up to look at him, her turquoise eyes burning with purpose, as she nodded silently.
She sat the Miqo'te up in a sitting position. Â "Kieaira," she started, wanting to sound more friendly as to make up for the fact that she had touched her and then moved her around, "Are you alright?" Â She remembered her landing very hard on her arm, either hurting her elbow or shoulder more than anything else. Â She popped her head up for a moment, trying to see what was happening, or better hear what was happening, before quickly dropping and turning her head back down to her fallen companion.
Her bright eyes now shifted about quickly in cat-like reflex. Â The irises appeared wider and more intense, as if her senses were heightened by the appearance of potential danger. Â She thought for a moment, how everyone leapt from the caravan, ready for battle, like it was their calling. Â This was her's, tending to the others that needed help. Â This was apparent in the way her eyes swept over Kieaira, looking for any visible sign of harm. Â She would occasionally look up and meet the Miqo'te's eyes, holding her gaze to keep her from feeling as though she were being inspected like an insect beneath her, but being looked after by a friend.
Just as she did so, picking the girl up gently but firmly by her under arms, the ink haired Hyur - now known to her as Tobias - told her to take care to Kieaira as he jumped out of the caravan. Â She did not argue that she already knew what to do, nor did she say anything at all. Â She turned her head up to look at him, her turquoise eyes burning with purpose, as she nodded silently.
She sat the Miqo'te up in a sitting position. Â "Kieaira," she started, wanting to sound more friendly as to make up for the fact that she had touched her and then moved her around, "Are you alright?" Â She remembered her landing very hard on her arm, either hurting her elbow or shoulder more than anything else. Â She popped her head up for a moment, trying to see what was happening, or better hear what was happening, before quickly dropping and turning her head back down to her fallen companion.
Her bright eyes now shifted about quickly in cat-like reflex. Â The irises appeared wider and more intense, as if her senses were heightened by the appearance of potential danger. Â She thought for a moment, how everyone leapt from the caravan, ready for battle, like it was their calling. Â This was her's, tending to the others that needed help. Â This was apparent in the way her eyes swept over Kieaira, looking for any visible sign of harm. Â She would occasionally look up and meet the Miqo'te's eyes, holding her gaze to keep her from feeling as though she were being inspected like an insect beneath her, but being looked after by a friend.
