Merrill. It's nice to meet you, ( Red says very brightly, accepting the hand to haul her up with a grateful smile. She's taller than Merrill, and her hair falls in curls that bounce as she moves. She is literally a fairy tale character, and thus is a little bit ridiculous.

Smoothing her hands over her skirts to brush off the snow, Red takes a moment to think, rolling her shoulders and her neck slowly, refamiliarising with being Red rather than the Wolf. )

I'm okay, I think. ( Although her brow furrows. Maybe not totally okay. ) Although-- you were using magic, right? Against those demons? I might... need to ask you about something. But um, are you okay? You looked like you took a hard fall, back there.