Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180515014204

Tirush says nothing as they approach the hoise, but to those who know what to look for, the signs are there. She gazes at the ground as she trudges along, ears flat, mantle smooth. Though her face is stoic, it's not difficult to guess how she feels about her colossal error in battle.

As they enter the house, she speaks in an even, low tone.

"I will wait until you remove your scales, ken'dhov.  I shall not touch you, for it may greaten your hurt.  If you should ask it, I will help, but not until then."

In a distracted way, she spits in her hand, and tosses it gently into the fireplace, where it smoulders in the embers. They catch, and soon the house is aglow with warmth that takes the edge off of the chill.