i've got problems (not just the ones that are little)

Its rest had been peaceful, if not short. Its hands were clinging to a crag in the ceiling of the cave, claws grappled into the stone. The sound of somethings distress had awoken it, the whines of pain echoing around the cavern until it reached the creatures ears. Could it be, a free meal? Perhaps if Vekzhar waited, it would perish and he could claim its prize without the struggle- But maybe the injury hadn't been so severe. He couldn't smell blood, really, and most things do bleed when they're injured. Its decision was swift, dropping from the rock into a smooth glide, twisting right itself midway to the floor.

It let out sharp, quick clicks as it lowered itself to the stone, poor eyesight failing in the darkness of the room. Even his brightly lit lures could not aid him in seeing farther than a foot in front of him. Its attempt at echolocating came back inconclusive- Maybe the creature was behind a mound of rock, guarding it from his view. He had reached the ground now, landing precariously on a heavily broken-down tower of rubble. "Is anyone there?" It rumbled, still trying to find the source of the whimpering.

The tavern had been a great success. Going there and eating was a lot easier than foraging for hours with very little in return-- but it had one significant downside. Aurelle had to take the fattest nap known to any Gembound after she got home from a meal.

It was during one such nap that she woke up to the dim sound of a shatter and a low thump of something-- or someone --hitting the ground. She'd been nestled in her home, one of the buildings that was still being gradually cleared out by her and her roommate and made into a liveable area. The elf rubbed her eyes slowly with a low groan in her throat, her ears almost standing upright as she heard a dim whine-moan, and someone calling out.

It seemed like someone needed help, and Aurelle had always considered her the helpful sort.

So, up she got, pulling her shawl on over her shoulders, and she trotted out of her home. A little cast and she was much more aware of her surroundings. The row of buildings was as it should be, but after a little while she could sense a pair of anomalies: two bacteria-covered lumps, one smaller and one larger. The smaller one seemed to have some sort of wound or opening that bacterium was flooding into.

"Oh, goodness gracious," Aurelle muttered as she came bounce-hobbling onto the scene. She could smell the fluids of a chrysalis mixed with blood as she approached Aaliyah. She was, incidentally, quite loud and potentially loud enough for Vekzhar to find its way over.

Now, as much as Aurelle wanted to simply dive in and help, she did understand that many did not like being fussed over too much. "Do you need help?" She asked Aaliyah instead, her tone gentle and polite. "I think I might be able to numb the pain and staunch the bleeding for you."

She extended her hand near the hybrid, offering.