Water water everywhere

Oh thank god! Griffith breathed a sigh of relief when Wisteria finally responded, telling him she could never. Almost certainly a lie. He was after all quite prone to dumb ideas, and he doubted very much that she'd never once gloated about being right, even behind his back. And then of course she proved how much of a better cat she was than him by asking him if he was hurt.

"Only in my pride." He said, rather convincingly if he said so himself... At least until he shifted and felt a twinge of pain shoot up his hind leg and visually flinched.  "And my everywhere." He admitted, slowly pulling himself to sitting and grimacing at his cold, sore limbs.  "But nothing that getting dry and warm won't fix." Then he looked at the tigress, concern plain in his face.  "Are you hurt?"

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