[ Initially, Elize thinks she might be staring at a stranger, far too distracted by his frightening face paint of a skull. Her approach is more reluctant, but she refuses to draw back, noting the bloodiness on his hand and shoulder. She shouldn't turn her back on someone in need. ]
Uh... um...
[ She doesn't understand whether that noise he made was an acceptance of her help or not. But that tone quickly clues her in. Oh, yeah. They've met before. He wasn't very good at talking. Now he comes with scary face paint. ]
Zhas?
[ Crossing her arms, she attempts to hide her nervousness by putting on an admonishing look. ]
Are you going to let me help you or not?
[ Expecting a proper yes or no. Even if anyone did tell her "no" though, she's still going to attempt to use her healing magic. ]
no subject
Uh... um...
[ She doesn't understand whether that noise he made was an acceptance of her help or not. But that tone quickly clues her in. Oh, yeah. They've met before. He wasn't very good at talking. Now he comes with scary face paint. ]
Zhas?
[ Crossing her arms, she attempts to hide her nervousness by putting on an admonishing look. ]
Are you going to let me help you or not?
[ Expecting a proper yes or no. Even if anyone did tell her "no" though, she's still going to attempt to use her healing magic. ]