She had come to Solterra for want of something to do. Little did the maiden know she'd have another adventure. Keeping largely to herself for once, she was happy enough browsing for the time being. Willoughby did not place much joy in solitude however. She liked to socialize and that's what remained a stark difference between her and some equines. Like this man.
Perhaps the mare could sense pain in any form, for she was already hurrying toward his. Seeing the quiet pain on his features, she neared and stopped. Just in case he really did not want help, but he sorely needed it. “Sir, are you all right?” the maiden utters, dipping her head neatly to try and see what was exactly wrong.
She was no medic but she could help. Willoughby had seemingly come out of thin air, but the fact was she had traveled for a time and happened upon him. Like this. Needing assistance, hopefully. She liked to help others, but pain was something... Well, she never did enjoy seeing another in pain. Concern laced her pale eyes as she looked at him.
“speech”
