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Alassëa clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, apparently frustrated by their lack of understanding, and an irritated expression crossed her face. Her lips moved again as she carefully thought through what she was trying to say, and finally she reached with one hand and touched her opposite shoulder.

"Arm," she said again, more certainly now that she had heard the correct pronunciation from Alena and Lin. "Arm ... hh ... l ..."

Her expression grew darker as she fought with her memory, trying to force herself to figure out how to say what she was trying to get across. "Beh ... r ..."

"Well that would explain why after decades of living out here on her own, she hasn't a single scar," Alena murmured in wonder.

Alassëa was visibly excited that she had made herself understood, though she was fidgeting so much now that her falcon was fluttering its wings and looking about in alarm. "Arm ... cccan hh-heal!" she said again, her expression bright now.

Alena tilted her head slightly. "I would think it would be easier to bring her to Earendil," she replied. "She's more mobile than him at the moment, and it's not like you would need me for anything."

Alassëa reached down and groped around on the ground until she found her cloak, which she pulled over her shoulders, and then reached for her staff and stood up. She tapped it a bit on the ground, feeling for the sides of the tent, then pointed with it at the flap of the tent, as if asking Lin to lead her forward.

Alassëa stepped towards Lin's voice, feeling with her staff to make sure the flap was open before she stepped out into the rain.

Andarien flinched when the rain began spattering his face once more. It was raining more heavily now than it had been before, and it didn't feel nice or novel to him anymore. He buried his face in Lin's shoulder, hunching into a ball to make himself as small as possible.

The moment they were out in the open (and wet) air, the falcon took flight, heading for the trees. Alassëa didn't react, but simply waited for Lin to lead the way to her and Earendil's tent.

Alassëa followed Lin silently, only her staff making the odd sound as she set it on the ground as if it were a regular walking stick. There was no hesitation in her steps, but every confidence as she walked behind Lin, keeping the distance between them consistent.

The rain didn't bother her one bit, despite the fact that her hood was down. Of course, she didn't have eyesight for the raindrops to hamper, so that would make a difference as well.

"You're back quickly," Earendil called out from inside the tent, not yet realizing that Lin wasn't going to be the first one inside, or that she wasn't alone. "Andarien not hungry after all?"

Alassëa stepped into the tent, keeping her staff close to her body so as not to hit anyone with it. She tilted her head one way, then the other, and then moved between Miyuki and Earendil to sit just on the other side of Earendil, right beside him.

Earendil stared at her. "Um ... hello ..."

She seemed a bit close to him ... he supposed that since she was blind, he could excuse it, but his instinct was to shuffle away from her a bit.

Earendil blinked at Lin. "You lost me," he said flatly. "She offered to come help? As in, spoke and offered? I thought she couldn't speak!"

Alassëa sat patiently, waiting to be shown where Earendil needed healing. There was no expression on her face whatsoever, only a calm patience in her eyes that reflected years of learning it.

It took a moment for Alassëa to realize that Lin was talking to her, and she blinked slowly, one hand moving to rub the back of her other one. "Hhh ... han ... d ... eeyy ... eeyou ..."

Earendil grimaced. "Does this mean I need to take the shirts off again?" he asked, not at all looking forward to the ordeal. It had been bad enough getting them on, he had thought that would be the end of it for now.