
Gharen sits cross legged with his elbow resting upon his thigh and his chin in the palm of his hand there's a look of concern on his face, though the concern seems to be fading now that she's woken.
"Did ye have a nice nap Miss Primrose? Ye passed out." as silly as the sight was he didn't laugh, she didn't need to be embarrassed about this.
"Yer in th' refugee camp, an we were workin' on yer healin', I'm guessin' at some point ye fergot tha' breathin' tis important, cause ye've only been out o' it nae more'n a few moments. How do ye feel?"
"Did ye have a nice nap Miss Primrose? Ye passed out." as silly as the sight was he didn't laugh, she didn't need to be embarrassed about this.
"Yer in th' refugee camp, an we were workin' on yer healin', I'm guessin' at some point ye fergot tha' breathin' tis important, cause ye've only been out o' it nae more'n a few moments. How do ye feel?"