Deepwood Weald Oh, and she never gives out

Within the wild, shadow-pocketed forest she searched out a stream, one with running water still open for her to access. The temperatures had been relatively fair, so she was able to find a patch in a shallow, wide brook that had ice thin enough for her to break through. She would have preferred a hot spring; something she could wade into without chilling herself to the bone, but this would do. 

Her facial wounds needed tending, and she wanted to heal herself as much as possible. She could have asked someone else to do it, but she didn't want to have to ask for help. Her father was....Busy, anyway. Avicus reeked of hormones, so Lilia stayed clear of her, not wanting to witness anything she'd later regret. 

She'd done well in the battle- and while she had fresh wounds to tend, she'd torn a strip off the female she'd targeted as well. She felt she'd proven herself, but that didn't quell her ambitions. 

She lowered herself into the snow and tilted her head from side to side, allowing the water to flow up along her cheekbones before she lifted her head and rubbed the wounds clean with a wrist. The band had paused for a bit of time, so she spoiled herself with a proper fresh-up.