Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150802210117/@comment-5583506-20150803214755

Per usual Shakti secluded herself from the rest in order to tend to her wounds, and mostly because she needed to clean up... the Khajiiti way. She presumed that it wasn't an ideal for someone to be watching her lick her cuts and then cough up hairballs shortly after.

The cut at her heel had stopped bleeding and she assumed that she would be able to walk and jump properly again the next morning.

And just as expected she began to have convulsions, as she forced up the hair stuck in her throat and on her tongue.

"Nasty", she muttered.