Aal nods softly, "Ah, I see." She murmurs warmly and smiles softly. Yes, she knew how that could be all too well. She chuckles half bemused, half pleased. "That's good."


She hums in sympathy. "Been there done that, sister." She murmurs in knowing solidarity. And a slight wry tilt of her head. Her face softens, "Good.." She murmur with a wee nod least she wasn't the reckless/hyper sort. "perhaps I should make some poultices so there at the ready then." She half murmurs in thought. Bruises sometime could hurt worse than broken things.