Swiftcurrent Creek The crow and the butterfly.

Danica let out a hefty sigh but stayed where she was, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the healer as best she could. She wasn't sure what it was or where this had come from... she was completely fine with getting the injuries, but having a medic poking around in them was a bit much. She supposed it was because the initial cause was quick, too fast for thought. Currently, though, she knew exactly what was coming, and while the pain would be bearable, the thought really bothered her.

She held stock still, though, stoic through it. Bazi's presence and physical proximity helped a good bit with that. She was sure Paarthurnax was a good healer and a wonderful being, but that didn't change how she felt. And how she felt was that she would rather be anywhere else, doing anything else, than here right now. Only served her right, though, for losing. Karma could be a real bitch after all.

She was truly interested in Bazi's question, though, and listened for the response with some trepidation. Though it wasn't apparent she was a bit nervous... the leg hurt something fierce and being lame wasn't really something she wished for herself. She was odd in that way.