Dragoncrest Cliffs i could never get the hang of thursday

Mallaidh shakes her head a little, wincing at the pain that shoots up her shoulder, distracting her from the arrival of her friend. Sloppily, she sits down, turning to Blixen as she offers to help piece her back together. She’s much too tired to properly listen, as if her sleep had only been a pause button and not an ounce of rest absorbed. She is quiet while the other two work around her, disappearing or staying by her side, she doesn’t know who is who, as she drifts off into a slumber while they tend to her shoulder.