You've Gotta Be Kitten Me

*Resin* · 05-31-2020, 01:57 PM

The burning in her shoulder wasn't terribly noticeable until the adrenaline wore off. The trickle of blood as it flowed from the wound was irritating, but she could deal with it. Malalia's wounds in her thigh were much worse. Though the girl was still chattering after the cat and catching her breath, Resin imagined that the wound was rather painful. Thigh meat was tender and pulled every time you moved, just like shoulder meat.

Malalia decided that she was okay enough to walk and offered to clean up both of their wounds. It was a good idea. Cats claws were dirty things, she knew. Many a prey animal had festering wounds after escaping a feline's clutches. The healer asked after her own wounds and Resin merely nodded. Of course she was okay.

Resin dropped her big body to the ground, laying on her stomach to make things easier for the young healer to see. She noted that Malalia was carrying her herbs around in a wristlet rather than a pack. If she was going to be a healer, she needed to be able to carry things with her. "When we return, you should ask Iolaire for a bag. The girl hoards everything. I'm sure she has a container that she can put a strap on for you to carry your supplies in." Though she knew that Iolaire wouldn't deny the girl a pack, Resin could drop off a fur in payment for it.

"Speech"

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