Dragoncrest Cliffs there's a fine line between weird and beautiful and that line is covered in jellyfish

Her brows knit together when he offers he tells her what she should do. She certainly doesn’t want blood caking to her paw any more than it already is but she resists the urge to lick at it again because he’s still standing there. “No, I don’t think so,” she says, glancing back at it. The ooze has slowed, at least, and she sighs when she realizes it’s working. Wrinkling her nose, she swings back and shrugs it off. “It’ll be fine,” she adds to reassure she’s fine and she doesn’t need any of his attention. Maybe she’ll have Rose look at it later if she runs into her but for now she falls silent, and a little awkward, as she waits for him to move on.

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