Melodia watched the woman picking....or attempting to pick up what appeared to be spores, and the woman looked a mess tenfold. She'd been dressed casually, light trousers and camise, enjoying the nice day ebfore she'd accidentally stumbled upon this poor woman.
At least she thought it was a woman. It was hard to tell with the swollen eye and the red marks from the poison.
Sighing she shoomk her head and called out.
"Stop touchin' th' damn things will ye? I'm no' strong enough t' carry ye t' a healer in time if ye get too much o' tha' on ye. 'Less yer intent on killin' yerself." She looked on with a smirk. "Tha'd be a shame, f'r I'm certain ye've a pret'y face under all o'...." She gestured with a waving hand in the woman's direction. "...tha'."
At least she thought it was a woman. It was hard to tell with the swollen eye and the red marks from the poison.
Sighing she shoomk her head and called out.
"Stop touchin' th' damn things will ye? I'm no' strong enough t' carry ye t' a healer in time if ye get too much o' tha' on ye. 'Less yer intent on killin' yerself." She looked on with a smirk. "Tha'd be a shame, f'r I'm certain ye've a pret'y face under all o'...." She gestured with a waving hand in the woman's direction. "...tha'."
