[Pleased affection floods her words as her chakram are holstered, and one hand readily rises to comb a stray strand of hair back from his face, playfully scratching behind his ear before her hand falls.]
I'll take our token for Clan Nutsy, then perhaps we might quit this place a'fore something else should take heed. I'd hoped it might be a quieter hunt, but...
[Baring her teeth in a grimace, she shakes her head, fingers instinctively pressing against her bare flank. Luckily the healing magicks had been enough to staunch the bleeding, but it would still need a cleanse and ointments. Nose wrinkling in annoyance, she glared at the way it left her robes stained. Nothing a little extra scrubbing wouldn't solve, but she was certainly more frustrated at herself than anything else. Dusting off her hands, she pulls her hunting blade from its sheath, giving Sigr a playful smile.]
As for threatening you with a good time, it serves well as motivation, does it not?
[With a soft chuckle, she stoops, saying a soft prayer of thanks to the beast before doing her best to salvage what she can. The pelt was seared, the meat was no good for eating, but she could at least honor the beast's death as she murmured to it, taking its barbels and a few other tokens the hunter's clan would accept as tokens of its slaying. When all is packed away and the blade is cleaned, she rises once more and leans in to buff her nose against his own.]
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[Pleased affection floods her words as her chakram are holstered, and one hand readily rises to comb a stray strand of hair back from his face, playfully scratching behind his ear before her hand falls.]
I'll take our token for Clan Nutsy, then perhaps we might quit this place a'fore something else should take heed. I'd hoped it might be a quieter hunt, but...
[Baring her teeth in a grimace, she shakes her head, fingers instinctively pressing against her bare flank. Luckily the healing magicks had been enough to staunch the bleeding, but it would still need a cleanse and ointments. Nose wrinkling in annoyance, she glared at the way it left her robes stained. Nothing a little extra scrubbing wouldn't solve, but she was certainly more frustrated at herself than anything else. Dusting off her hands, she pulls her hunting blade from its sheath, giving Sigr a playful smile.]
As for threatening you with a good time, it serves well as motivation, does it not?
[With a soft chuckle, she stoops, saying a soft prayer of thanks to the beast before doing her best to salvage what she can. The pelt was seared, the meat was no good for eating, but she could at least honor the beast's death as she murmured to it, taking its barbels and a few other tokens the hunter's clan would accept as tokens of its slaying. When all is packed away and the blade is cleaned, she rises once more and leans in to buff her nose against his own.]
Are you cross with me for being reckless?