Moonspear calculate the pattern that is causing my disease

She wiped the blood off her face with a rough swipe of a forepaw, quickly then shaking out her scruff to fluff it up again. While she wasn't as pretty as Alya — oblivious to fact that they were identical to everyone else; the differences between the three were easy to spot solely amongst themselves — she could at least attempt to look nice for Rannoch. Even in his state, he had this gentle yet mysterious mien that Lyra couldn't help but admire.

She caught his apologetic look as she turned back to her patient, and offered a smile back. "I was done anyway," she replied, twisting to retrieve the remains of the leg. It was the truth, too, somewhat. All that was left were the tender strips of meat that clung to the bone. She leaned in to place it within reach of Rannoch, giving a nod to him to indicate he was free to the rest. "It's okay, you need it more."