Dust stutters out a few a few words that seaming like he's about to die from confusion. "Nope!" Golden signs in his pocket. "Shut up. Please shut up. Your not any help right now." He shot back at the bird which gave him an innocent look. He took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm him self down. "You," he points at Vestia. "No I'm not from here, I came here to get away from My sister, and right now I'm afraid that your either going to kill me or her. Also I don't think thats how ointment works." He then points at Ash "I have no idea how I feel about you because I have not met you. I suggest you either run or say or sorry because in her point of view you are a bad guy. And also as she said I want to apply to be a healer for I hate to see others in pain."