Dragoncrest Cliffs like a spent gladiator

branwen's arrival is a welcome one. from her position on the ground blixen looks up, wearing a pathetic expression that answers the girl's question for her (well, sort of - more emotional than physical). she rolls onto her belly so she can dig into the hare with a muffled "thanks," offering a groan as branwen asks how she is. "bored," she whines, slipping into trig to match her friend. "physically though -- i mean. it could be worse." blix says, shrugging (and wincing). she doesn't hurt as bad as she did immediately after the fact and she knows that in a couple weeks she'll be more or less back to normal. it's just the waiting that sucks. "i'm going stircrazy," the shilkru sighs, swiching back to common, "i need to go do something, you know?"