Put Out the Cat

Once the paste was placed on her wounds, Resin did her best to return the favor, spreading the paste on Luta's wounds. Just having something blocking the open wounds from the wind was soothing enough. She didn't doubt that the wounds would heal thanks to the woman's skill.

Once finished, Resin sat once more. The other female asked for a claw almost hesitantly. The scarred fae chuckled deeply, her damaged voicebox making the sound akin to gravel shaking. "You may have them all if you wish. I'll give the skin to my daughter and take the skull for the Armada border. All else is free game." It would take time and effort to remove the skin, but the claws shouldn't take much time.

After the claws were removed, the one-eyed woman offered the barest of smiles to the healer. "Thank you again. Should you ever be in need, call at the Ashen Armada border." With one final nod, the giantess latched her teeth into the dead cat and began to pull it back towards home.