It did not take long for the Vulpari healer to mend the bones as good as she could with her magic. She seemed quite content, and was chattering away with Tama about what she was doing, or seeing. Not that Eponine could really tell as when the creatures were talking in their own language, she just simply tuned out and stared at their furry appearances. After the female was done with Razor she tugged on the cloak around Eponine's shoulders, pushing it into Razors hands before she beckoned the girl to sink through her knees. Eponine did so, expecting the healer to tend to her shoulder with her magic, but instead she felt the furry claws tentatively feeling her dislocated joint up. She heard a soft muttering, and watched the healer look over her shoulder, waiting for Tama to reply. But as it turned out, he only needed to translate one thing, something that distracted Eponine just enough to not know what was going on, before it was already done.<br/><br/>''Eponine? She says; try not t'bite yo' tongue now, ok? ''<br/><br/>She didn't bite her tongue, but she wasn't quiet either when the sound of a sickening ''slock and pop'' reverberated in her ears. She had never endured something so painful and excruciating awful in her life before, but as soon as she had started screaming the arm was already placed back into her socket. Making the tingling feeling her fingers had been having, already slowly fading away. Finally, both her and Razor were able to make their way to the village now.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">***​</div><br/>As they reached the village, they surely got a lot of strange looks. Nevertheless, Eponine did not know what to expect to see before they finally walked amongst the strange little houses these creatures seemed to live in. It looked more like a gigantic little hill, with tiny round windows and oval doors in it, completely overgrown by moss and vegetation, you were barely able to make out the homes from the actual forest-hills around them. No wonder that all of her books never mentioned any of the villages in A'enath of Vulpari, and that only the elves were able to visit these remote creatures of the forest. Eponine almost felt honoured to walk on the frilly little pavements, that curled in between the hilly-hole houses. She could see the villagers slowly waking up from the sunlight peering through their windows, and the scent of baked bread made her stomach rumble again. It had been at least a good few hours she had been flying on the winged monster, and her body was telling her it was time for breakfast. Nevertheless, she gingerly felt beside her, taking a hold of Razors claw in a sincere display of shyness.<br/><br/>Eponine, the stubborn hard-headed girl, was getting embarrassed of the increasing looks of fluffy ears and yellow eyes peering through windows and out of trees, towards her lithe physique. She had no idea how to handle her posture any more, and sought out confidence in her newly found friend.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>