[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Just outside the wagon.
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Sona and almost Lerraina(kind of)[/center]

 [color=bc8dbf]“I just was trying to help…”[/color] Satilla replied to Keystone with quiet voice as she tried to take as firm grab of the edge of the wagon as she can to try and help Keystone with raising it up from the mud. Her hands quickly started to hurt for she was not used to such exertion, but she still kept at it until the man seemed to enter some kind of ‘RAGE’ feeling state and put enough strength to raise the wagon. Frankly she found it trully impressive how the man could display such strength.

 Her hands now freed from the pressure, Satialla felt such a pain through her palms and fingers, but kept quiet. She didn’t even help really… Keystone rose it on his own, her strength wasn’t enough to help him which made her feel somewhat bad. She then looked at ‘Gretchin’, the new arrival. Because of the rain and the pain she felt in her arms, she didn’t try talking much right now and attempt to outnoise the rain, so she just gave the woman a greeting wave with her arm and said a brief introduction.[color=bc8dbf]” Good day, miss Gretchin, my name is Satilla.”[/color] Was all she said, before she turned to the wagon, attempting to keep up with it as it moved, so she can pull a bandage from her backpack, to wrap her bruised palms. 

 As the others were dealing around with  Gretchin, Satilla was attempting to wrap tightly her hands with the bandage so the bruises and damaged skin isn’t showing and won’t get in touch with surfaces. She so shouldn’t have tried to help with the lifting, but didn’t regret it. She just now had to suffer it out till the pain subsides.

 [color=bc8dbf]“Miss Sona, can you help me with tying the bandages…?”[/color] Satilla asked the elf whom she healed earlier. She couldn’t tie it up alone on the top of her palms so she needed help with it.