That sure is a somber-looking red mop. At least, it looks like it. It's hard for Velo to tell, really, but after travelling together for so long she can kind of get a sense that something's up. She might not know what, exactly, but she's not about to leave Naeris to stew in the abyss of her own hair.

Velo sits herself down next to Naeris, close enough so as to not be subtle about the fact she wants to talk.

"Are you holding up alright? The guys didn't tire you out that much, did they?"

...Wait that came out wrong.

"-H-healing them, I mean."