Seriven
The harpy acknowledged the responses of both the people, while Merle kept herself behind him. Their responses seemed genuine, and from how they reacted, they didn't seem too bad. The girl with the ears and tail seemed a little pissed off, but some people were just like that. He found that his wing had splayed itself out behind the girl a tad. He wasn't sure why; just instinct to protect what or who he had with him.
Seriven heard the man speak again, inviting himself and Merle over for him to help. He glanced down at the little girl and asked her quietly, "Are you okay with us going with him to find your parents?"
She glanced towards the man doubtfully, but then looked back up at Seriven and nodded, taking his hand again.
The harpy stood tall again and grinned crookedly, saying, "Help's appreciated." The two strode near to him, and nearer to the girl on her horse. Horse, he thought. It looks like some type of mixture of a ram, or goat, and a horse. It's coat was too shaggy to be that of a normal horse, at least. He found himself wondering, but quickly pulled out of the mindset. That was something to ponder on later.
Before he could speak again, something crashed into the ground, making Merle squeak in surprise. He quickly crouched into a defensive stance, one wing flaring out around the little girl. His mind screamed danger, and his eyes brightened in case protection would be necessary. However, the girl on the horse took care of it, and he straightened slowly, wing still flared.
While the girl and the other person chatted, he glanced to the other man and spoke quietly, "I'm Seriven, by the way. I don't think I managed to catch your name the first time." He grinned in as friendly a manner as he could, hoping that wasn't too awkward for him.
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She spun at the sound of another voice, a female voice, unsheathing her dagger quickly again. She heard the clatter of the injured man's sword drop, and she kept a sharp eye on both him and the sound. Through the trees, she saw an armored woman, definitely the source of the voice. She slowly straightened again. Her weapon wasn't drawn, so that's what really mattered. She glanced towards the injured man, who was now backing away in apparent fear.
Vae glanced towards the woman and said, "If you aren't here to on-look a healer doing their job, I'd suggest that you leave." Though it was polite, it held a cold tone underneath that reaffirmed her words. She hoped the woman would simply leave; if she allowed a broken wrist to not go treated for much longer, it would start to heal in it's broken state, and she'd have to re-break it in order to properly brace it.
She honestly didn't want to do that.