Once Rareth's scales were realigned, Shiva looked up to Telmeck to answer his question. She raised a finger and was about to tap at her head spike, only to be reminded once again that it had been cut off due to her convict status. Still, the gesture worked enough. "We had a captive masulu who rushed up and jabbed Rareth with his spike. He was shot to pieces of course, but it still got through her armour." Shiva rubbed at the stump of her own head spike, "Rareth was lucky that it didn't get too deep into her lungs, or worse, hit her heart."

With a few last minute adjustments to the level of Rareth's scales, nothing showed any evidence of her wound except for the peculiar lack of wear in the patch of the puncture. The scales were fresh and of a slightly richer colour than those around them, but they would blend in within a day or two. "Alright, Rareth, you're all done. Stand up, tell me how it feels."

Shiva shifted uncomfortably in her uniform and equipment, then went to pick up her bracers and gloves. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to change and wash. Maybe take a nap. Do you need anything else?"