Two Rivers Isle Twisted sanity

Even though they both weren't the best, her compliment had been meant. He wasn't bad, maybe a little less experienced than Issun or her, but with training everything would work out. She let out a long yawn, her maw open for anyone to see her white teeth. She was tired now, and soaked, and she just silently asked the Gods to not let them both get a cold. The chance was small though, since even with the cool rain, it was more of a tropical temperature and the things that caused colds were only very active in cold weather, she assumed. She nodded at him, her own way of saying that it was no problem. 

Well, here you can practice as much as you want. We're all safe here, so why not spend this time learning? She chuckled. She also thought Issun would find it quite an honor to be tasked for training Shink, though of course he was free to refuse if he truly didn't wish to teach. It would be unfortunate, but no impossible. I think he'll like that. She said, her panting having slowed down. She removed her paw from the bleeding scratches and saw the blood getting thinner by the rain as it slowly dripped off her muzzle. the rain was doing a good job of cleaning the minor wound as well as clean her up a bit. 

She hoped Shink wouldn't feel all too bad, since these things happened when fighting. Yeah. It's not like I have no experience with treating wounds like these. It doesn't hurt, really. She tried to comfort him with a chuckle. She had cared for her scar as well, which had been way more of a mess than these lil' scratches. Finally she wobbled from side to side to lift her heavy body off the ground and stand up.