[ It's strange being back, not for returning (or even for having somewhere to go to), but just to see how much changed in the time she was gone. Things had been chaotic before she left, but clearly, that had increased quickly. It feels foreign to her as so much about this job (or whatever she'd call it) does. It gives her the sense that maybe things move much more slowly where she's from, and as a result, she's content to hang back and not get involved in the action. It's the sort of politics she's impatient with, and so she'd rather hang back and wait until there's something more suited for her skills. For example, she's considering taking the time to head into the wooded areas and get away from all these people and gather supplies to make things she might need. Branches for arrows, maybe even pelts for making some belts and pouches.
She wouldn't have stopped, if not for the girl talking to herself. Aloy pauses, thoughtful at first, since she thinks that she might be speaking to her, but— No, clearly not. It gets her brow to knit together in light confusion instead, and she watches, but not for long before she understands what's happening. Or at least enough. There's a part of Aloy that just wants to continue on, since it's really none of her business, but at the same time, for how abrasive she could be, she always has the urge to help people who need it. And though she'll keep the thought to herself, since she realizes it probably wouldn't go over well, she'd guess that a girl that's crying over a cut probably does.
Aloy steps closer from behind Angel, and she speaks up casually as she starts to reach into one of the bags at her side. ]
Splinter?
[ Aloy asks what it is before asking if she can help, since she's decided to herself that she will regardless... Out of her bag she pulls out a smaller one that has rough, torn scraps of cloth peeking out. It's an easy guess that this is her equivalent of a first aid kit, though definitely a roughly put together one. ]
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She wouldn't have stopped, if not for the girl talking to herself. Aloy pauses, thoughtful at first, since she thinks that she might be speaking to her, but— No, clearly not. It gets her brow to knit together in light confusion instead, and she watches, but not for long before she understands what's happening. Or at least enough. There's a part of Aloy that just wants to continue on, since it's really none of her business, but at the same time, for how abrasive she could be, she always has the urge to help people who need it. And though she'll keep the thought to herself, since she realizes it probably wouldn't go over well, she'd guess that a girl that's crying over a cut probably does.
Aloy steps closer from behind Angel, and she speaks up casually as she starts to reach into one of the bags at her side. ]
Splinter?
[ Aloy asks what it is before asking if she can help, since she's decided to herself that she will regardless... Out of her bag she pulls out a smaller one that has rough, torn scraps of cloth peeking out. It's an easy guess that this is her equivalent of a first aid kit, though definitely a roughly put together one. ]
I have things to help, if you need it.