Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Siduri didn't even know what happened with the raid. She'd taken a tink to the brain basket during her fight and had clocked out for the rest of the battle. In fact, when Sid woke, Jael had been carrying her. Instantly the girl felt pain in her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her head.

Having been bitten and thrown like a leaf in the wind, when Siduri landed, she had cracked her temple on a rather pointy rock. There was an abrasion and blood trailed through her pale fur. She couldn't open her left eye and, when she raised a paw to inspect it, she could feel the swelling. The girl wanted her dad. She wanted her mom. Since they were busy, the girl clung to Jael.

They walked and it barely registered that her paws were moving. When they returned, Gil called out for them. The howl echoed within her skull and the girl winced. She followed Jael to the meeting place and lay down at the dog lady's feet. Curling her neck, Sid placed her forehead against the pads of her paws. Her head hurt.


"Speech"