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Niamh nodded, knowing better than to try and pin the girl to a date and a time. That would've been pretty uncouth- and she figured it'd be better to simply ambush Kiwi anyway. She did anger quickly so it might frustrate her- but life didn't tiptoe around hair-trigger tempers, so Kiwi would have to learn to control her emotions if she wanted to keep her head clear enough in a fight. Though Niamh had never seen Kiwi lose it, she'd seen the fierce look in her eyes; this girl could be savage if she wasn't handled properly. Niamh liked that about her. 

Eljay offered Niamh up as a crash test dummy for Kiwi to learn about treating wounds, and Niamh figured that she could do with a lesson as well, so she promptly sat her behind down onto the ground and lifted up her left fore. She smiled when Kiwi asked for the first step, and quickly answered for the cinnamon girl. "Amputate!" She said, and held her leg out to Kiwi first, then to Eljay- just to catch the look on his face.  "Do it quick!" She said, dramatically tossing her muzzle over her shoulder then and squinting her eyes shut.