Timid as he may be, Quicksilver always kept fast paws when needed. It was something she could admire, never needing to waste her breath when he was more than capable of using his senses. The man left no room for her to explain herself, not that it was needed by now. Surely he had seen to others far worse than herself by this hour, yet still, he came with a bundle at the ready. Various cuts had been slashed or bit into her fur, though unlike the others she was lucky to only find herself at the jaws of a wolf. Harmful as they may be, there was no arguing the strength behind one blow of a beast fared far worse.
Settling onto her haunches, Ira would stretch out a hind leg gesturing with her snout to the worst that sat angry and red above the knee. It had been perhaps the only hold that Valmua clung to long enough to fester or even leave a visible scar, but only time would tell. “What I feel, is both minuscule and staggering.” A roundabout way to avoid expressing her feelings directly before returning to his true question. “The pain will subside, that I am certain.” But it would not be forgotten. She was no stranger to the marks buried deep in her skin nor the pain often ignored. Now would be no different so long as there were others with worse to overcome.
“She wished to cripple me, or so I believe. My leg was oft enough her target to do so.” Thankfully even with torn muscle the firelight had not bitten deep enough, or perhaps just missed her mark, to actually render her leg useless. She had ensured the wound did not bleed so freely, but between her movement and lack of treatment, even now did it ooze. The rest were raw, but at the very least sealed over. “How goes it? The others and your stores?” Vanderfell had little need to store the contents Quicksilver surely required now, but there was bound to be some amongst the new who could assist in replenishing what was needed.
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