Carolina doesn't apologise for making the girl jump, just watches when she finally acts, reacts, the younger human's eyes an eerie blue that is stranger than even the off-shade of green her own can turn under the right light conditions.

"No, I'm not." The waterskin doesn't feel any less empty when its handed back but the Freelancer doesn't say anything about that. For now. Instead, she frowns, before setting her mind on the task at hand. "You're a mess. Did someone heal you after getting here, or just leave you under the tree?" Mages.