Herbalists' Cache with my eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

Eshe breathed a sigh of relief when Masquerade offered to see out the task at hand. "Thanks. I feel like I'd ruin it—my paws aren't as steady as they once were," she said, relieved and thankful.

Eshe watched with bated breath as Masquerade forcefully tugged at the skin until it ripped open. The opening was crude, but they had managed to do the job better than she would have been able to. "It's alright," she said, watching as everything drained from the tear.

Then, as the thought struck her, she asked, "Have you done anything like this before?"