*She took his hand gently and gave it a reassuring squeeze.*
I'm fine, my tushy is a bit bruised, but it'll live. Don't worry about it, I was being a silly goose and not paying any attention. Pretty wings. *She commented and smiled to him and then noticed his eyes and how they were kind of not looking at her, but where. More focusing on where the voice was coming from and not her actual face.*
M'Layla, pleasure to meet you.
*She replied as sunnily as she possibly could, but it still held a note of the depression and pain he was feeling.*