<strong>Name:</strong>Isolde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Macedon [Woodland Area -- Clearing]<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Senadra, Blaque<br/><br/><br/><strong>“Relax… don’t talk. Healing comes first,”</strong>Isolde managed to hear this phrase as she stumbled away from the pair in the forest.<strong>“Healing?”</strong>the young woman questioned out loud as she turned back around to face the pair. She tilted her head slightly to the side as she examined the woman’s body which obviously was in need of medical care. Isolde was almost embarrassed to have missed this crucial detail upon initially making her entrance; however, who wouldn’t be somewhat frazzled at discovering these people while in a state of undress.<br/><br/><strong>“Perhaps, I can be of assistance.” </strong>Isolde smiled warmly while slowly approaching the young woman. She attempted not to make any sudden movements while approaching the unknown young woman afraid to cause her any anxiety. The woman was in fairly rough condition whatever her background was. On top of that, there was always the worry that instead of being able to provide support that she would just be attacked instead. She could not blame them entirely if they decided not to trust her; however, Isolde had never considered herself a very intimidating person based solely on physical appearance.<br/><br/>Getting closer, Isolde kneeled down in front of the young woman and gently brushed away a runaway stand of hair from her face. She waited a few minutes in this position making sure that her presence wasn’t going to be rejected. Meanwhile, she noticed the stranger had the most gorgeous blue eyes that Isolde had ever laid eyes upon. Her body was obviously very muscular which implied that she was a weapon using warrior of some sort. She quickly glanced around noticing the nearby axe which certainly answered any questions that the young cleric might have had about her ability to defend herself. Once Isolde was confident that she was not going to be attacked, she continued with the process of which was required to provide aid to the young woman. With her free hand, she tightly gripped an unknown object from within her brown knapsack which she had constructed from a large cloth sack designed for packaging cooking materials.<br/><br/>Isolde mouthed a few words under her breath, though the action itself was not necessary. She liked to thank the heavens for granting her such a wonderful gift as nothing was quite as satisfying as relieving the pain of others. The young woman always felt like she was being embodied by a warm, comforting presence while she provided aid to others. It truly was a spiritual experience which Isolde intended to savor every possible moment and every feeling which seemed to posses her body. Despite having practiced the art for so long, the young woman actually was not aware whether or not this feeling was something that only she had experienced or whether the recipient of her art form also experienced something similar. Thinking of it now, she was quite curious. However, this was not in the slightest bit the right time to inquire about such things. Once healed, the young woman would still need some time to recover. While the wounds which covered her body would mostly be healed, Isolde had only used a lesser healing spell. The cleric always believed that the body benefited from self recovery when possible; however, everyone should be able to defend themselves if required of them. These were hard times for everyone and honestly, she had this gut feeling that things would only become more difficult as time passed by.<br/><br/><strong>“How do you feel?”</strong>Isolde questioned while taking a few steps back allowing the strange woman to have some breathing room. It had been awhile since she had been required to perform any form of strenuous healing. She was afraid that her skills may have been deteriorating from lack of use; however, the spell seemed to have served its ultimate purpose from an outside perspective.<strong> “Perhaps, you should try moving around a bit.”</strong>Though it sounded like a question, the sentence was actually an advisement to ensure that her muscles and etcetera had properly healed. The cleric watched curiously nodding her head in an approving manner for a few minutes before continuing.<strong>“My name is Isolde. I am a cleric from Grust,”</strong>the young woman bowed deeply before the strangers in front of her. While it may have appeared to have been just custom or courtesy from an outside perspective, the ravenous haired cleric was mostly just praying that the other two would follow suit. It was becoming slightly awkward just standing there having performed medical assistance to a stranger without even a name to address the pair by.