The lil tigress remains mostly still as she's quickly engulfed by the lizard's tail, only wincing and mewing slightly when her wounded leg is taken in. She plops on his tail sack, mewing again, feeling so sore and tired. She pads around a bit, seeking for the softest and warmest spot inside, then flops down, eyes closed and panting slightly.<br/><br/>Tamara wishes she never did that. She feels so sore now. Her whole body hurt, her leg, all her msucles, her stomach for being so full during so long, and she has such a bad taste on the muzzle after throwing up. Some tears flows from her mzuzle, unseen from Arkain, soaking her cheekfur, before she slips into a tight sleep, nearing unconsciousness in fact. Her last thought, before passing out, is for Arkain, for the fact she disappointed him so much, and she promises herself to try and never disapoint him again.