Iona was immediately relieved to see Alysanne. She knew that her sister wasn’t a figher, though she would fight to the death for her family if the circumstances called for it.  Thankfully, today didn’t call for such sacrifices.  Some of the tension that had coiled around Iona’s heart unwound slightly as she did a quick once-over of her sister, insuring all was well. She caught the poorly-covered wince and could see plainly how gingerly her sister carried her wings.  Maybe not everyone would notice, but Iona was an expert in all things Aly (just as Aly could read her like a book).

Her greeting, if you could call it that, was peppered with redundant information and didn’t even contain a greeting.  Gods, she was surprised they even let her leave the Edge some days.  But now, knowing Alysanne was safe and Dacianna could get her wounds tended to, the thoughts in her mind slowed considerably. Don’t ramble, she thought, resolutely, to herself. 

“Ah, well. A lot of us were from nowhere in particular before we came to Helovia,” Iona offered, trying to put the mare at ease. Such was certainly the case for Alysanne and herself – they’d been from everywhere and nowhere before each finding Helovia years apart from the other.  “Though, admittedly, most of us didn’t make quite as dramatic an entrance as you did,” she added, with a wry smile.  

Iona, blessedly, manages to keep herself quiet and offers a moment for Alysanne to work her magic on the Riftian’s burns.  “Aly, your wings too…” Iona added, knowing that Alysanne would neglect her own injuries if it meant healing others. It was only then that she directed her attention back to the blue roan mare’s inquiry about the Edge. 

”I’m surprised I didn’t say more in my opening ramble” Iona began, with a theatrical sigh, but laughter was alight in her bright green eyes as she focused her gaze on the foreign mare. “The World’s Edge is a herd here in Helovia – in the west on the sea cliffs.  It’s quite something, and above all it is safe and accepting.  If you need a place to stay, you’d be welcome there,” she offered honestly, glancing to Aly before returning her gaze to the Rift-mare.

Iona felt quite confident in her offer – she’d seen no discrimination in the Edge and couldn’t imagine that they wouldn’t accept someone of Dacianna’s background.  She certainly could attest to its safety, so she felt confident in that promise.