Wapun Meadow et tu, brute

a voice rang through the summer silence, startling the mourning girl. saarthal glanced upwards, copper orbs settling lightly on the swarthy stranger and a lopsided smile slowly adorned her lips as she picked herself up, self-consciously aware of the squashed flowers on her pelt as she said, "hii, yeah, no, i'm fine. i just — OWW!" the moment she placed some percentage of her weight on her right paw, pain blossomed like a wildfire and she promptly collapsed onto the ground again, though careful now not to squash the remaining flowers. "what the fuuuck...i have a thorn in my paw.... i'm not even sure this is a thorn..." then, suddenly remembering her company, saarthal braved a quick glance at the male and offered a sheepish smile, "sorry."