(Jumping in, sorry!)<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Please, please don't eat me! I'll do whatever you both say! Please..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I won't do tha' lass. No' wi' me mouth, anyway." She gives a little giggle, then pulls a flask of something so potently alcoholic that fumes can be seen from her belt, twists the cap off and takes a deep draw of the lethal whiskey. "Either of ye fancy a wee dram?"<br/><br/>She rests her elbow in the sword in her ribcage. Anyone behind the massive bear would see that it's gone right through, just below her breast, and come out the back just above where she melds into taur. It doesn't seem to be bothering her in the slightest, though in reality it really damn hurts and it's taking every bit of willpower (and alcohol) Jania possses to keep from screaming in agony.<br/><br/>She's keeping it in because if she pulled  it out, the lungs in her anthro section would probably collapse, putting strain on one of her hearts. THAT would probably be irrepairable damage; as it is now, Jania's far from death!