"On a daily basis, of late."

Her bird chirps.

"I could come along and heal you, if you'd like, at least for a little while?"

.......Daeran has a guess about where she got those scars, but he bets he'll get a better reaction out of the Iomedaeans if he waits for it to come out on its own.

"You are more than welcome to join us. We're on our way to Defender's Heart."

"Are there people there who need help?"

"It's plausible."

"Okay!" Smile! "I'm Ember, how about you?"

"I'm Select Artigas."

"Lann."

"Finnean Dismar."

Blink. "Does it hurt, being a bow?"

"I wouldn't imagine so? Maybe if some fool tried cutting down a forest-spirit's tree to make his weapon."

"Thall. It's nice to meet you."

"Daeran Kael Nevis Arendae." 

"Seelah, paladin of Iomedae."

Blink blink. "I'm afraid I have already forgotten your name, bird girl. I am Nenio, scholar, researcher, and future author of the Encyclopedia Golarionnica! I would love to interview you and your bird about your magical abilities."

Tail-twitch. "And I'm Woljif."

"It's good to meet all of you!" This time she's looking at Woljif when she smiles, for some reason.

And they can move on to the Defender's Heart as a now quite large party.

Here's a stunned schir!

She frowns at it a little. "—We should bring it to the western wall and make sure it's out of the city, so it won't be able to hurt anyone in the city. ...I don't think it'll be very good for it, but it isn't good for them to be hurting the people here either."

"...Ember, that's a demon."

"...I know?"

Hooooo boy. "It's asleep. It won't feel a thing and we will have more time in our day to get to anyone else who turns out to need us."

Goodbye schir.

Now the schir is dead! Ember gives it a sad look but doesn't actually protest.