Hunting on the range [N'gelt + Open]

"I don't do sexist..." She managed to utter between sobs, her head moving in her arms as she drew in several deep breaths trying to regain whatever dignity she had left. Sure she could parade around, playing the strong women, but in honesty, wasn't her. It wasn't why she became a healer, it wasn't why she got up in the morning. However years of training with bitter and twisted older women who treated men and others like they were beneath grew change her, what was her trying to fit in with strong viewed teachers became habit and then part of her life. with the soothing words of the blue entering her mind, she lifted her watery gaze to the blue's. 'promise?' Her voice came across child like, before feminine softness dsiappeared behind its mask. A vigourous rub of her eyes against the back of her hand and she attempted to get back to her. if anything, she looked pathetic, desperately trying to get up on one leg before she flopped with a frustrated sigh.

"I'm... Sorry." She let her gaze rest on him, her tongue moistening her lips as she swallowed thickly, uncomfortable, eying him warily as though he would attack her at moment's notice. Slowly sitting up again, she looked over at I'shan and managed a small, tenative but truthful smile. "I deserved that. Also.. thank you. I need to let some pressure off." She added on, maybe there was someone here she could trust. She knew she was following old views, she knew she was being downright abrasive but another part was unable to accept the help when offers, unable to accept friendship unless they had seen her nasty side. If they stuck around afterwards, they were either friendly terrority or stupid. Either way, as the only one had stuck around the scuffle and his dragon being pleasant Jazz if anything felt more comfortable and showed physically. Rather than carrying what to her seemed like the world on her shoulders, now she felt lighter. Well at least she knew the stress her long before any disease would.

"I'm sorry for snapping. I'm not great at the whole accepting help thing. If anything... I hate it. My father was always asking for help because he couldnt bear to work a single day in his life. I refuse to be like him." She uttered, her eyes now clear of tears as she faced him. she shifted her weight, attempting again to try and stand and managed it this time. Although she wobbled unsteadily on her feet and tumbled sideways. With a defeated sigh, she managed a somewhat wry grin at him. Her attitude towards him changed, she deemed to be treating him like friendly terrority. He was safe in her eyes, he was okay to hang with, perhaps... he may even become a friend... like a real and true friend! Shifting herself around, she pulled the leg of her trousers up, looking critcally at the purple puffy leg. Cracking her fingers, she began poking around the leg not only checking her injuries but also revealing some high level healer training. After a few moments of poking and prodding, she looked fairly annoyed.

"Broken." she grumbled quietly, pulling the trouser leg down and reattatching her quickly made splint. Her gaze moved from the slowly cooling carcass of the herdbeast, I'shan who looked ready to leap back at a moment's notice and the blue dragon who seemed fairly relaxed.

"I'shan is it?" She looked at him, reguarding him like he was far more unusual and interesting, dark ivy green eyes staring at him, studying him before they softened and she seemed to lose interest. However the converse was far more true. He seemed geninue enough, an honest being wanting to help... perhaps it wouldn't hurt to lower her barriers... if only for a little while... right? He was a known bluerider, one who was drawn to men. Jazz had no reason to protect herself from him, he wasn't even a threat. Just for a brief moment a flash of her history, the days back in the trading caravan... A shake of her head cleared them away. They were a memory for when she was drunk... and alone. Not for company.