Moonspear calculate the pattern that is causing my disease

The rest of the bone was quickly stripped, and Lyra was relieved the man had an appetite. That, in her extremely limited experience, was generally one of the best signs. At least, Terance had been ravenous after his recovery. She looked away as he worked at it, instead focusing on cleaning her blood-stained paws.

His thanks was received with a pleased smile, widening as she noticed the rogue left over that still clung to his jaw. Lyra didn't mention it, instead wondering how long it would take Rannoch to notice in some sort of petty payback. After all, he had caught her in a similar state only moments before. "Yes," she replied a little more sullenly to his question. "Th-there's a scar," she nodded to his neck, glimpsing the jagged ridge that made her stomach twist. "But I think that's the only lasting damage..." I hope.