Cashing in my bad luck

The Archer-Lyall had to admit Sirius had a point and nodded to show she understood, as sorry as she was feeling for herself and convinced she must have bought it on herself to some degree (she was sure that would be her mother’s line in a similar situation, though she would seek out retribution just as readily if not moreso). If it had of been a younger wolf, or smaller... well she didn’t want to think on that one.

She pulled a lopsided grin to her face when he asked if she needed anything, trying not to move the left side of her face too much. "Nah, I got some stuff made up back at m’ den, Otis can patch me up, an’ I reckon ‘e’ll chew me out while ‘e does it too." she added the latter ruefully. The hard stare the opossum was giving her already was burning into the underside of her jaw.

"speech".