Talion's head throbbed almost as much as her arm. Her nudity didn't bother her...but good gods...what the hell was that laying next to her?  That had to be, quite honestly, the ugliest, most torn up and sewn together woman she had ever seen. At least she thought that it had been female....maybe...at one time...  She was human, so who knew? She brushed her blonde locks out of her eyes (damn... even the leather tie holding her hair into a braid was missing.  She'd never get the tangles out!) and looked at the symbols carved into her arm. A frown creased her brow. Who. Did. This. and why?  They would pay. Nobody carved her up without her consent.  Even if the silver did match her eyes.<br/><br/>Quilla moaned as she rolled over, every muscle in her body protesting, and...oh dear!  She was nekkid! She quickly pulled her dark hair forward to cover her breasts as much as possible, and reached to cover herself further. She froze in place when she noticed the markings on her arm, and her head swivelled around as she heard movement from somewhere else in the room. The blonde elf was sitting up and curling her lip a little at the poor abused woman lying between them. She hesitated, not wanting others to see her body and wishing she had something to cover with, but the woman might be injured and in need of healing.  She crawled to her, her nose wrinkling slightly at the smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming off the woman. She seemed to be breathing easy enough, and Quilla was hesistant to shake her to see if she woke.