Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-25828117-20190919210529

"I see they have mistreated you terribly." Lysilde sighed mournfully.

"Allow me to heal your wounds."

She moved along the hound's side, her hand held out to the dog, as if she were stroking an invsible wall between them. Her movements were slow and deliberate so it could see what she was doing.

She came to a halt to where blood was trickling down the black fur from the injury they had recieved from Midnight.