Larksong Grotto Arie

Jhala looks back at Nova, her tongue bloodied and sticking out of her mouth just barely. She stares at the woman for a moment before glancing back down at her shoulder, which was still leaking blood. Her tongue slips back into her mouth and she smacks it a few times to get the blood off, then shrugs-- wincing. Maybe it was a little more painful than a scratch. 

"Alright-- yeah that's fine, thanks Nova," she says, giving a warm smile of thanks. "I'm Jhala-- the packs grand vicar," she adds.