A loud snap made Kala whirl around, her hands resting on the hilts of her swords which she partially drew as she assessed the situation. The somewhat clumsy entry of a male Merfolk made her relax visibly, seeing as how her hands fell from her swords to rest at her sides. There she stood patiently while she allowed him to collect himself. The scent of blood did not go unnoticed, as her nostrils flared slightly from the distinct smell, nor did his pained movements. Cocking her head to the side as she crossed her arms across her chest she watched as he signed to her, then again though slower. That made her smirk, for the puny Merman thought her slow or mentally challenged. Perhaps if he was not bleeding she would have taken offense, or if she thought him to be some form of a threat, as it were she just felt sorry for him.<br/><br/>She waited till he was done before uncrossing her arms and signing back to him, 'I did. But you hurt. I help' as it was obvious to him her signing was simple and basic, at least enough for her to communicate with him. 'Come'<br/><br/>Moving back toward the wurm she returned to the work of making a small camp, grunting a bit as she moved some of the heavier pieces of the wurm out of the way so that there cleared space for a fire. With that done she set about making a small fire, she would have to hunt later to get something to eat, but that was not really a concern. Though as she looked to the Merman she wondered how did he eat? He had no mouth so how did he take in food? That would be something she would have to ask him before she left to get food.<br/><br/>With a decent place put to together she motioned him over, 'Remove shirt. I fix' she signed to him as she rooted through her backpack for the bundle of herbs the healer had given her before she left.