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Lyris could see the gears in X'yrin's head turning. The way she critically examined the festering wound and matched it up with reasonable action. The injured female just stood there, warily placing her paw on the ground but not putting even an ounce of pressure there. The muscle felt as if it would tear or rip if it was too harshly used.
A tap of the ear was all she needed as initiative. Lyris felt as if she was going to fall asleep if she stood in the heat too much longer. Legs moved and she loped easily forward, though it was a bit jerky from exhaustion and by avoiding too much strain of her wound. Sinewy limbs easily folded forward and back, soft fur moving over tight muscles like a ribbon of water over rock. At last, the shimmering water of Aldarto'K reflected upon the glassy surfaces of evergreen eyes, and sweet relief for her stinging pads rolled up her paws as she splashed into the chilled lake. Biting back a groan, the female waded a bit deeper, until the crystal liquids were lapping at her chest. Gingerly, Lyris dropped her shoulder, and cool waters licked at the hot wound. It stung a bit, but not enough for the female to cry out or even wince. The water was like her mother's tongue, scooping away all pain and replacing it with sugary sweet relief.
Deep-set eyes turned to the fiery amber ones of X'yrin as the authority spoke. Well, that sounded quite terrible. All of these words of rot, and bleeding, and pain, and removing of the sickness. But Lyris's poker face was back on, and she nodded quietly, eyes glittering. As long as her shoulder would heal and she would be able to run and walk as she once could, she would do anything. A little bit of pain was a small sacrifice in return for her graceful movements. "Alright." It was just a single word, but it portrayed her feelings easily, like an electric charge from the wall socket to the cord. Simple but so complicated. Lashes lowered to cheeks as Lyris blinked down at the glassy surface of the water.
A strange face stared back at her. It had her white fur, and her dark eyes, and her overly large ears, but a horrible bloody interruption marred all of the features. She would never rid herself of that scar. And she was about to gain another one.
So this is what you get for trying to survive.
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