The words of the opposing female startled her, causing her to pause and tilt her head. So were they not fighting? "Thanks...?" She said, confusion swirling in those purple irises of hers. So where would they go from here? She was unsure, so she just looked at Sinister for quite some time. Were they just to shake paws and go back to their normal lives? Say thanks and part ways? Blinking several times, she finally spoke after the long pause. "Come here often?" Lame, she knew, but it was all she could think of.
Plopping down on her rump, the full extent of her injuries reached her. Her chest ached, the pain stabbing through her confusion. Her face twisted into that of pain, and she bent down to gently lick it. She would need to clean this later, maybe seek out help from one knowledgeable on herbs. Looking briefly up at Sin, she wondered if this dame knew how to treat the wounds. A little spit and dirt, she would probably say. She snorted, going back to calmly licking her wounds.
