Nisha definitely was in more than a little pain as she lay beneath what remained of the large jungle cat that had stalked and attacked them with such zeal. When Tyl’ra kneels beside her and begins to peel away the tattered scraps of her shirt that had been raked by the beast’s claws she shows no distaste as a little more of her shoulders was exposed than she’d have normally liked. They were definitely more than scratches marring her pale skin, they were deep and painful but far from something she’d have bled out from if properly cared for.<span style="color: blue">“ I’m sorry I- I don’t even know..” </span>When Tyl’ra scolds her Nisha even goes so far as to frown and bow her head in a defeat of sorts. The desert woman was right after all, what she’d done was foolish and spurred on by something the sigilite couldn’t quite put a finger on but she was not going to let the other woman die to such a beast.<br/><br/>Nisha noticed the concern as well , not just in Tyl’ras voice but the desert woman’s actions as she took out the jar from her bag and begin to mend the tiefling’s wounds , plugging them with the sticky paste that thankfully numbed what pain that wasn’t already being dulled by the adrenaline still lingering in the pale woman’s system. She wince a little as fingers probe her wounds again but says nothing, perhaps fearing further admonishment or more accurately, letting the woman down even more. There was no teasing or backtalk as she was told to never do such a thing again. Nisha could not give an honest oath to the Athas native, in fact she knew she’d do it again if she had to , but why? That was the resounding question on her head as she laid there on the forest floor and let the numbness of fading adrenaline wash over her.<br/><br/>The woman’s muscles eventually began to contract in withdraw from the natural chemical and she slowly got up to her feet as her savior approached, her face tight in what was no doubt pain which she so poorly hid but when she did finally make it to her feet she smiled at the other woman, her breath shaky just like her legs. Looking over Tyl’ra she saw that at least the vicious wound had been treated and the bleeding had been staunched and she let out a sigh of relief.<span style="color: blue">” I can walk, Tyl’ra. I’m sorry.” </span>She averted her obsidian eyes once more, not even hearing the thank you as she leaned against the desert dweller and walked. Her eyes eventually turned towards Tyl’ra after a long moment of silence and thought and she spoke up.<span style="color: blue"> “Listen. We’re both in tatters here, at least let me mend our clothes and clean the blood.”</span>Her voice was soft and free of its usual sultry purr that she reserved for the other woman, an oddity indeed.<br/><br/>What she said was true however, Nisha’s hair was in knots around her slender white horns and matted with dirt. Her shirt was also mostly tattered and slick with blood from both her and the beast, her leggings torn along the inner leg from the beast’s back foreclaw and  despite all of this she still offerr’s to mend Tyl’ras leathers first, her hand  simply taking her by the wrist as she closed her eyes and then after a moment opened them. Clothes magically sitched themselves back together and dirt vanished from their skin as well as the already oxidizing blood that had been caked on their flesh, even the sweat from the forest though that was guaranteed to sadly make a return before long.<span style="color: blue">“ I’m sure you don’t actually feel any more clean after that… nothing would beat a bath right now. But… it’s something.”</span>She smiles again and leans back into Tyl’ra and once more lets the woman walk. For some reason she felt a little warm in her chest and stomach but she pushed that aside for now, her tail brushing the elf’s leg on occasion as they walked.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>