05-14-2021, 10:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-14-2021, 10:46 PM by Selina Parcellus.)
Selina slowly works her way to her feet, wincing slightly at a sharp pain in her hamstring. That is what I get for not stretching properly before a battle with undead whirlwinds and giant spider horrors. She turns and gives everyone a look. “Is everyone alright? Ningalu? Kubo? Simon? Crozar? Betimi? Where’s Dog? We need to give him a proper name.” Her words come out in a meandering babble, a trademark of someone who is at the end of their rope. She reaches into her pack and fishes out the white bandage. She knew she really needed it but first asks. "Is anyone seriously injured?” When that is answered and addressed, she then turns to the old woman, noting that she seemed to avoid combat entirely, which would have been her advice in the first place. "Good Lady, would you do us the kind service of allowing us to remain here for a time to rest and recover?"