Worth It

The girl, Natiel, raised her head high and gave a smirk as she spoke with words saturated in sarcasm. Solveiga couldn't help but laugh. She was a witty one. "Deepest apologies," she said with a dramatic bow of her head. Then she nodded at the mention of her thorns, staying quiet for a moment so she could properly catch her breath.

It took several moments for her breathing to steady, and her muscles were still aching, but at last Solveiga stood. She gave her tail a tired little wag and stepped closer to the girl. Already she saw a thorn or two, and she winced as she recalled the pain she'd felt when she'd had all those thorns in her hide that one time...

"May I?" the little woman asked, just wanting to be polite before she invaded Natiel's personal space. Pleasantries aside, Solveiga came in close and started to nose around in her fur. There were a couple of more visible thorns between her shoulders and above her tail, but they looked like the more painful ones to remove. Better to start small, right? While poking her nose about in Natiel's fur, the little healer found an additional thorn farther down on her shoulder blade.

"Sorry about this," she said, before taking the thorn in her teeth and tugging quickly, removing it as painlessly as possible. Surely there were more where that came from. Unfortunately.