Wapun Meadow can you still smile, into my daugher's eyes?

Indra's gaze trailed curiously to the affected limb, a frown knotting her soft features. In hindsight she realized it might have been insensitive to ask after the nature of the injury  (after all, how would she have felt if it were her tail as the topic instead?) - but the male seemed to answer without any detectable resentment.

"oh. did you have a healer take care of you?" indra had been lucky to have both poet and blondine to tend to her - perhaps Nikai had not been so fortunate.

"indra. I live in Bearclaw." at first the redleaf had been reserved to be so forthright -- yet Nikai's condition and deferential mien had eased some of the cold defensiveness from the girl.