Weary eyes looked around at the damage and wondered if anything was able to be salvaged. The village was already struggling as it was and now she didn’t know how much she could help, even if she donated coin and supplies.
The moral was already next to nothing.
The one thing that she was seeing that surprised her was the elves and werewolves working together to clear the wreckage. Not just working together, but a few were cracking jokes and talking civilly.
Beauty can come from disaster.
Deciding to make herself useful as well, she started to look around to see what she could do.
She walked around towards a few groups, but as soon as she did, they would stop, bow, then ask what they could do to help her.
Her.
She didn't need help. She wanted to do the helping.
And when she told them
