Inna was calming a rider who had lost two fingers to thread when the Weyrling found her. Instructing a journeyman healer to administer a calming tea and went to find A'drew. "Are you hurt?" she asked with a small smile, coming closer. "Why do riders all seem to be to blasted tall?" she asked, trying to check him over.<br/><br/>Seeing a strangely dressed female she pointed a finger at A'drew. "Stay put until I look you over," she said sternly, not trusting him to not walk away. She didn't know him well but knew his type; the kind to suffer in silence but she wasn't having it. "Don't make me sic Teleea on you," she warned. The little blue queen loved annoying hard headed riders until they gave in to Inna and let her examine them. It didn't always work but more often than not, two days of an irate little queen talking to their dragon and making a nuisance of herself did the trick<br/><br/>Smiling at the other female, she held out her hand, "Hello, I am Inna. Are you hurt?" she inquired, grateful to be dealing with someone closer to her size. She would manhandle anyone who needed treatment but it was a whole lot easier when they didn't tower over her.