[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

And so the two healers desperately try to make each other comfortable. Mutual ease being attempted, and potentially failed. Mazelina smiles, though Lys's enthusiasm here might make the following question- and her clear confusion- worse.


"Wonderful. Ah. I am wondering if something about me troubles you? Or if I am, perhaps, being rude somehow?" Her brows upturn, and a chuckle makes its way out of her lips as she raises her hands in an attempt at placation, though no anger is present. Perhaps anger would be easier to deal with. "I want to make sure there's not some horrendous faux pas I'm participating in, or upsetting you somehow, so do speak freely."