YOU GOTTA RHYTHM WITH THE TWO LEFT FEET

She cannot control herself; otherwise she might speak gratitude and praises. Pain wrecks her body, her leg throbbing and bloodied. She feels almost light headed in a sense, and fearful. A rogue?s life is almost impossible at this point. She can?t walk, can?t hunt, can?t look after herself. She does as is asked of her, however, and she does not cry. That she feels is most important for whatever reason; the restraint of tears, because she has a warrior?s heart. Aegira will not cry; life is hard, but she is still her own woman.
?Lyon, I?.I don?t know how I?m supposed to stay a rogue like this,? she tells him. Her thoughts are cloud, and perhaps if she were less in shock she might have told him that he needed to get her to a pack, any pack. ?Thanks, I mean. My neck hurts pretty bad but it?s mostly just my leg,? she tells her. The words do their best to form, sounding perhaps awkward in her state of shock.