Kay seems to soak up the adulation of the crowd readily enough, and reflexively signs a few autographs; when the kid keeps clinging to her leg, though, she hobbles over to Brelia. "This one was attached to ya, right? Go on, kid, don't wander near the cliff edges anymore," she says, brusque but polite enough giving him the brushoff without too much extra thought. "Anyway, I agree with ya. Wish we'd had time to finish the job and kill the thing, get a bounty on its petal or whatever, but this is good enough. Makes our name, too. " The faun chortles at talking about wound licking, and unnecessarily adds, "Licking wounds AND other stuff, right?"