Karla wasn't much for swanning anyways. She was their Queen, not their savior. "Good," she said fiercely. "I'd want them to toss me out on my ass if I came in there like that. Because if they acted like lapdogs, grateful for whatever scraps I deigned to throw to them...it would mean their spirits were broken and I don't think that's something I can actually fix."

Broken families, broken females, broken bodies, and broken minds. She would have to face all of these things when she went home. Adding broken souls to the mix was just a bit too damn much.

She still had questions for Reno, but those could wait a few minutes. "Elena told me some of what happened to your city," she said quietly. "I can't pretend to understand all of what she said, but she did leave the impression that your people need a lot of help." There was an awkward pause as Karla struggled to find the right words. "She said the land was so polluted that you were struggling to grow food. I'm not really sure how to put this--and I don't want to sound like I'm trying to waltz in and save everyone, really I don't--but I can help. I don't just talk to the land, I Heal it. If--if you wanted...I'd be happy to--well, not happy, of course...well, I mean..."

Karla had a lot of earnestness, but very little eloquence.