Larksong Grotto Arie

When Nova leaves, Jhala continues to lick at the gash on her shoulder. It still bleeds heavily, but at least she thinks she's helped. When she returns, she spits something onto her shoulder and begins to poke at it with cobwebs-- and the Vicar holds her breath. It as painful-- just as touching any deep wound was--  but she was a big girl, she could handle it. When Nova gave her instructions, she nods, tail wagging. "Sure, thanks," she says, then pauses as the demeanor of the woman changes. 

"You okay, Ms. Nova?" she asks, trying to be polite.