Treatment

With the rest of the initial pack matters taken care of Karabela turned away and yawned, her head drooping, her limbs felt heavy and the deep scratches that adorned her left front leg were throbbing. She hadn't realized she'd felt so tired. The Chieftain wanted to just take a nap but she knew she should get her leg treated. It wouldn't do to come down with an infection just as she was trying to get Ivory Ridge started. Qualm called her over to his makeshift den. She whistled and winked at the man. "Good choice! So uh…. what all do you need me to do. It is easier if I stand or lay down?" Karabela had been a bit of a notorious hellion as a kid and she'd rarely had any of her injuries treated, not even the ones from the siege but she'd been lucky enough to only get scratches here and there. Probably a sign that her luck would change. She really needed to start taking better care of herself.

"Speech"