Hoshor Plains caught me in it's whirlwind, left me black and blue

Saarthal could guess how she felt. Having her own share of brothers, one of which was prone to warfare and consequently, loads of injuries and death, she knew what it was like. "You're hurt," Saarth noted instead and took a small step forward, trying to gauge her reaction. "I'm a medic, I-" and then feeling like that wouldn't help the situation at all, the roman exhaled softly, wanting to offer some sort of comfort but knowing that whatever she did, it still wouldn't help. "They're bitches," she said instead, "those fuckers deserve hell for what they did but ripping up plants until you hurt yourself isn't going to do anything but give those fuckers satisfaction, because instead of hurting just one they've also hurt you. And they want that - you can't give it to them." Yeah, she could feel herself making everything ten times worse...ah shit.