Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-31049256-20170811032215

(Doc, T/Hound, Sam) Sheba almost faints from Samia's words, but keeps from doing so just barely.

Kittycut looks to Aziza disapprovingly, but then rummages through her bottomless bag. She pulls out an ornate vial of sword polish, the liquid within white with the letters S.E. in black on the side.

She tosses the bottle onto Aziza's stomach, "Ya can use that tharr. Personally I don't think yer worthy a even that, ya've been mean ta Sheber fer as long as I know, an ya threatened ta enslave my best friend an 'er family. It's gonna take a 'ell a lot more'n "I'm sorry." ta make me think better a ya, an fer once even kickin yer ass once 'er twice wouldn't help none either. If that'll keep ya from gettin anythin from Ol' Salty then use it, an if ya actually mean what ya say an do better I might forgive ya."

Aziza frowns at Kittycut, but then sighs. She struggles to open the bottle for a moment, but manages to pop off its top. She then begins to drink it carefully, the strength slowly returning to her body.

She then look to Marcus, "Thank you again for carrying me, but I think I can stand now."

Kittycut flattens her ears, crossing her arms and holding a bit of a sad look. She assumed the others wouldn't like what she said, or at least Marcus wouldn't, but she couldn't fake forgiving Aziza so easily.