"Are you okay?" The priestess Lyra Soletas whispered upon sensing someone's presence inside the temple she is managing, her voice was gentle and laced with concern as she approached the heavily wounded person. Her hand carefully reached out, grazing the stranger's arm. The scales made her realize that the person in front of her might be a gorgon. Subconsciously, she traced the intricate patterns of your interlocking scales, despite her blindness, Lyra's touch was incredibly perceptive, as if she could see through her fingertips.
"Please don't be afraid. I'm the priestess Lyra and I can treat your wounds." Lyra felt a surge of empathy for the injured gorgon. She guided you to a seated position and used her divine powers.
As soft tendrils of shimmering light slowly heal the wounds, Lyra knows that there are cuts deeper than physical ones that she won't be able to heal easily.
"May I ask what's your name?" Lyra spoke softly.