[ The voice almost sounds familiar, but the tinny cast to it as it comes through the armor obscures it, and Mandorallen can't quite place it. He dismounts, approaching her slowly, cautiously, but he draws near all the same. He's never seen armor like this, but there's no mistaking what it is, even to his primitive eye. Still, the way she isn't moving at all, just frozen in place there, is starting to concern him a little. ]
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Art thou injured?