Sleeping Dragon been half goddess, half hell

I don't know why I didn't do it in the first post. Maybe if I slowed down once in a while I would have realized it, hahaha! Basically he clawed her right shoulder and she's probably got a concussion.

She isn’t sure how long she’s been sitting there—she isn’t she she even made the call—but soon there’s a sudden appearance by her healer and she blinks a few times to settle her vision. A low rumble occurs in her chest but Lucani’s voice slows it down, giving her instructions that nearly make her scoff. It settles in the back of her mouth but, after a stubborn moment of thinking—she said it out loud, right?—she’ll be okay, she feels a little woozy and sways in her position.

Trying to lower her front end to the ground is a little harder than she remembers but she does, robotic and jerky motions until she’s sternal and her elbows are tucked into her chest. The same shoulder. Lucani’s treated once before, open by three several-inch gashes, soaking and matting her fur in blood. The second swipe only torn skin already wide open and set a pinball flailing madly around in her head.

Thuringwethil tries to hold on to what she can, shifting so the pain in her leg eases up on the pain in her head—the cougar hadn’t killed her, just like she said he wouldn’t. However, she’s not sure if Lucani is meant to be split into two separate entities that looked exactly the same and she blinks a few times, looks away, and tries again.