His spirits had been dampened, but only slightly. The tawny brute knew he had done what he'd had to, and though he had not defeated the silver bitch as he had wanted, he had undoubtedly pleased the gods he served. His suffering was for them, and he would not complain, despite the fact that he had not yet fully healed. Slowly delirium would fade and he found himself falling unconscious, his wounds nursed by his cousin as he slept, his body needing time to recover and to fight infection. Perhaps a real healer might be useful, if they were to find one...
Only when he awoke did the painful realization hit him. He'd lost his tail. He figured there were worse things to lose, and he was still alive, which he silently thanked the gods for.
They still had the girl, too; the slave that Katja had obtained so easily. She'd offered a bargain for her and today they were to attempt to strike a deal. As for the outcome, he had no idea -- but he knew they would not be leaving without something today. Uncharacteristically quiet, Kapra follows her, knowing very well that it time for business and not for fun... though it is often hard to see differences between the two. Slitted green eyes examine the male at a distance as they approach, finally coming to rest at Katja's side, eager to hear what this man had to offer them; and even more eager to see if the offering pleases Katja. The faintest hints of a smirk tugs at his lips as he reclines to his haunches, eying Kar with amusement.
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