Zefiris turned to the blond man, nodding her acknowledgement. She paused, studying his armor; was that how dragons appeared in his world? She turned her attention back to the sobbing girl in front of her, noticing the question in her eyes. “Morana, use the cloth to clean your face and clear your nose if you need to. You will feel more comfortable until you can properly wash your face.”
She listened to the argument in the background; it would be best to divert Morana’s attention and calm her until they could leave or the men were finished, whichever occurred first. “I have been here for a little over a week; may I ask when you arrived?”