She looks up from her stone surrounded by herbs quizzically, and seems as if she's going to rush over and study you in search for an ailment on instinct. Instead, she sets her ingredients down with a grin and circles you. She seems intrigued as she presses her nose to the back of your head, and your fur seems to stand on end at the oddly friendly action.
"Nothing I can't fix."
She slinks back into place in front of her stone, as if she'd never gotten up in the first place.
JOINED JUNKBITE PACK 2024-08-17 15:11:00
"Cauterized in syrup,, and syrup and molasses!" -Harness Your Hopes - B-side by Pavement