Mr Magoo

Alfrun dug a hindclaw viciously into the side of her face, jaw clenching with the agony as it dug under the crystal in one ear, trying to clesr it so she could hear her nephew better. The crystal cracked, and clowing blue liquid and blood gushed from the wound as the crystal let go and ripped from her skin. She let out a panting breath and staggered. Oh that was... better? She could hear, for now. "Do not be worried on my account, Ulfr," she assured him, patting his shoulder soothingly with a blood and blue soaked paw. "If this is the price the gods require of me, it is one I am glad to pay. And if this is Ragnorok there is naught to be done but to endure until the final battle."