I am surprised that she is so fast and yet, perhaps I ought to not be. After all, she is new to this territory and so, her latent abilities remain concealed. She brings with her an unusual assortment of objects and I eye them with a natural suspicion. It is not often that I take to the aid of healers, after all, and their methods are often unknown to me. I simply know they are essential for others - however, I certainly see the use of some of these items. The shell: I can see it being useful to give water to those unable to reach the river. With spring here, I wonder if we will be required to perform such duties for any of the expecting mothers. Including my own. I shan't think of such a thing, though, for I cannot be certain of it - I do not wish for my heart to pound with frustration, either. It already aches with exertion.

I do my best to appear accommodating during this time. After all, I am thankful for her prompt service and yet, my flesh still welts and burns with latent adrenaline and pain. It is unavoidable that my eyes remain hard and intense yet, I dip my head in an amiable bow. That is until another comes out though - Hadrian, it seems, may possess a blood more akin to my own than any other in his family. He lunges and bites at her and I find myself releasing a sharp snarl, shoving forward with a pained snap of my jaws to separate the two. The sudden movement causes a wave of pain to settle in to my scruff as I come to half-rise, my eyes sliding between the two in an attempt to understand this apparent... miscommunication.

I answer for her, a reminder to them both that though I may have come for their assistance, I am still very much in control here. I do not mind shedding some additional blood if it means maintaining relative peace here. "She is Illyria, a newcomer here." It is then that Hadrian begins his work and with him now distracted from her, I allow myself to fall back into a more rested position. However, I settle my gaze onto our newest member for the time being, addressing her once more. "If you wish, you may stay to learn what you can. Combined knowledge is beneficial to us all."

I have a feeling Hadrian may disagree. Yet, it will do us all no good if he is entirely alone in his knowledge. I would prefer, perhaps, to keep it within Glorall for the time being but in time... it will provide leverage. Perhaps he does not know it, but I am curious to see just how great an asset he is not just for our present but for our future, too.

I ignore his sentiment for the most part, half rolling my eyes at the mention of pain. Still, it burns with a sudden red-hot intensity, perhaps even more so than the initial wound had ever caused. It does, indeed, stir a hiss of a growl from my chest, my fur moving to stand on edge with agitation. I bite down on my teeth, ignoring whatever pain stems from my jaw and yet I cannot help but focus on the intensity of it all. It is almost an enjoyable sensation as it tapers out to a quiet sting, his paws moving to provide pressure.

It is when he begins mentioning opening wounds more that I grow most curious - in several fields, it seems. I wonder how willing he might be to open other kinds of wounds and... indulge me in the inner workings of our kind. There is only so much you can learn from the deceased or living, after all. He seems all too happy to create an in-between state for me. I narrow my eyes in suspicion for a moment though, and though I admit the punctures over my ruff already feel... improved, I am unsure as to how bleeding me more would benefit such a thing. And so, I ask him without hesitation. "Explain this purpose and perhaps you will have your experimental subject. Perhaps this wolf has never experienced the teeth of another with the intention of maim. If he had, he might not be so eager. Or, perhaps he merely lacks empathy. That, I would not be so surprised about. Our blood seems to run with the same heat, after all.