Amon let out a sigh of frustration as Ier-Briar explained the point of the exercise.  It seemed those in control took a wicked delight in prodding their charges. She could still feel her heart thumping from earlier panic, which brought to mind a whole other set of problems. It seemed her interrogation had effected her more than she was willing to admit. 

It seemed they had a moment's respite, Amon easing down to her stomach as she took a moment to check herself over. A stabbing pain in her head caused her to wince, as the adrenaline from the fight faded and allowed her to feel the full effect of her bumps and scrapes. The flow of blood coming from her head wound had stymied somewhat, but had yet to stop completely.  She could now feel a dull ache coming from from her sides as well. She must have caught a blow to her ribs that she hadn't noticed before, but she could tell they were likely bruised. She wrinkled her snout at the mess of sweat and hydraulic fluids on her coat,  fighting the need to rush for a shower, knowing she needed to prioritize. She assumed that if they were training what was essentially soldiers, then injuries were probably common fare, and that would mean an infirmary couldn't be to far. She shook away a wave of disorientation,  attributing it to exertion and hunger, hoping she had avoided a concussion.

Amon gave a start as she heard Yuga,  fur standing on end as for a moment before relaxing, trying to breathe deep to relax before wincing as her ribs cried out in protest, ears perking as Yuga seemed to read her mind. She briefly considered rebuffing the robot's offer,  basic instinct telling her that she had to hide her wounds. She beat such thoughts back however. The previous mention of dorm mates had made it clear she would be spending plenty of time with the robot, and it wouldn't be the first time she had used seeming vulnerability to gain someone's favor, a surprisingly easy way to get people to trust you was to seem weak. Besides she had little knowledge of the school's layout, the pamphlets and such having been with her luggage, which she assumed had been sent ahead to the dorms. She certainly didn't want to try navigating in her current condition.

[color=f7941d]"I suppose I've few options at the moment,"[/color] Amon said, a self-depreciating smile on her face. [color=f7941d]"I've little knowledge of this place, and you certainly did quite the number on me,"[/color] she continued, hissing as she stood back up, [color=f7941d]"hate to see what you're like when you actually fighting."[/color] A whisper of pride seethed a bit at the comments, but she was used to beating down pride to gain advantages, and this was far and away from the most degrading persona she'd taken. 

She frowned as she saw her orb was rather dim, with only a slowly pulsing glow coming from within, the purple light seeming to come from far away. Turning her head back to Yuga,  groaning a bit with the quick motion,  she gave  a sheepish grin, [color=f7941d]" I suppose it'd be in my best interest were we to make haste,"[/color] grimacing once more as she saw the mess of her fur, desperately wishing she could take a shower again,  before awaiting Yuga to lead the way. She decided a little concern was appropriate, her head tilting sideways as she examined her, [color=f7941d]"Are you sure you shouldn't go for maintenance or such first,"[/color] she asked, carefully adding a bit of worry to her voice. She doubted the robot would simply leave her, but it was important to seem selfless when she could help it.