Kindness wasn't something Aloy was used to. The No'orvik were a cold people, both in home and temperament. This golden haired stallion was the first stranger who also didn't seem to have some sort of ulterior motive. But that didn't wane her striking cerulean vision. It watched him carefully, studied the worry etched into his dunalino visage and emerald eyes. Finding some semblance of balance, Aloy lifted her weary head on a loose, dragging nape, accentuating the height difference between them. Confirming these were his lands, and that he had no herbs at his disposal, a strained sigh left the lips of the piebald pegasus. The throb of her leg seemed to worsen at the disappointment, but her audits still caught a glimmer of hope.
The Citadel wasn't far.
Sharp eyes glanced back to the gilt man who offered to bear her weight back to this Citadel where she may find healing. Her orbs dropped, staring at the festering wound. Every instinct told her to deny the aid, to simply turn and forage for the necessary medicines herself. But this land was swallowed in snow and ice. She could very well never find what she needed. The realm may not even have flora she could identify, even in the warmer seasons. Another sigh escaped her, this one she did not try and hide, and she turned back to the man's frowning face. Now he pleaded to let him help her, and the woman nodded with only half a heart. She supposed she needed the aid. Without knowledge of where to go, or where she even was, infection could set it swifter than she found treatment. "Alright." She expelled, limping over to the man so that her injured leg was to their inside. A large di-colored wing draped over his own and she couldn't help but the smallest of leans upon him - her back had seized at the adjustment to her wing, and it seemed almost too much to bear.
"Take me to this Citadel then. I trust you're right when you say it isn't far."
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