[ Gray catches the sound of troubled breathing as Akua mentions it. A more charitable soul might feel concern that a stranger could be injured and in urgent need of help, but Gray instead shifts to high alert, more anxious about what may have caused the distress. She follows Akua's lead silently, ears perked and sight sharpened for anyone or anything that might be looking to ambush them. At the same time, she calls on her weapon in a manner that defies physics; it seems almost to come from nowhere, a trail of parts that floats from the depths of her cloak to join into an elaborately creepy scythe as tall as she is. This she takes in hand, not brandishing it but settling it over her shoulder, just in case.
She'll leave their initial approach toward the stranger to Akua's discretion, ever one to defer to her elders. Under ordinary circumstances, it's always Gray's instinct to help. Under these specific circumstances, even she knows that nothing should be left to chance. ]
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She'll leave their initial approach toward the stranger to Akua's discretion, ever one to defer to her elders. Under ordinary circumstances, it's always Gray's instinct to help. Under these specific circumstances, even she knows that nothing should be left to chance. ]