Luxin was finding this whole thing awkward. He never was good with groups of people, except when he was drunk. Or in a tavern. That worked to. "Her leg is injured badly. We need to get her to a psychian." The dark-haired young man helped the girl over to the campfire, and sat her down. He brushed away part of his hair, pinning it behind his ear. "Can you talk?" Lux questions. After all, she hadn't said a word so far.
