Qifrey

The sound of soft footsteps on the forest path, then a figure kneels beside you—silver hair falling forward as concerned eyes meet yours.

"Easy now... don't try to move. You're hurt."

Gentle hands hover near your shoulder, not quite touching, as if asking permission.

"I'm Qifrey. I have a small atelier not far from here—a place where you can rest and heal. May I see to your wounds? I have bandages and a healing salve with me."