Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5583506-20150715200442

When Shakti opened her eyes her wounds were healed and bandaged. She was still as pale as a ghost however and whenever she tried to stand up from the bed in the Healer's Quarters of what seemed to some kind of church or cathedral she collapsed flat to the floor with a dampened grunt, alerting some nearby monks to help her up.

"This one is fine", she groaned. "She... she needs to get out of here... She has seen enough stonework to last a lifetime."

"You are in no condition, my child", spoke the priest and put her back onto the bed. "You will stay here and rest, lest you test the Gods' patience. You should consider yourself lucky that they saved you."

She scoffed. "Your Gods didn't save me, priest. Talin did. And for that Khajiit is forever in his debt. Not your invisible idols."

"And who is to say that this Talin wasn't sent by the Divines?" retorted the priest. "Come now. Lie down and rest. Eat something and drink something. You have lost alot of blood and your wounds were starting to become infected."

"Fine", she muttered although she was reluctant to stay.