The Hundi patted Lirrah's head, helped her to her feet, and then wandered off. Lirrah would marvel at her lack of social grace if she was in any mind to, but she really wasn't. Still in shock, she wordlessly took Cadmon's... wound rag? He was right, it [i]certainly[/i] wasn't a nice handkerchief, but what else could she expect? As she dried her tears and blew her nose, staining the rag with blood from the raw tips of her fingers, Kayliss approached. Before she could reply to Cadmon, the woman interjected with something about bringing civilians along to battle. A small slight against Lirrah. She knew it.

Lirrah bit her lip. Even if she wanted to list all the things she had helped with, every last accomplishment would be dwarfed under the words "desertion" and "cowardice". She had been huddled over crying, and nothing she'd done before and nothing she might do after would change that. As far as her latest client was concerned, she was a poison supply.

As Lirrah was searching for words, which for once wouldn't come, Irian approached as well and tried to reassure her.

Lirrah wanted to be reassured. She wanted to feel better. But she was feeling crowded. Usually she thrived on attention, but now it felt patronizing. Her eyes began darting again, from person to person, wondering what they were really thinking on the inside. It was hard to feel like they weren't all really looking down on her, even if they weren't. Even if they were only trying to be nice. Lirrah started breathing heavily again, and then shook her head roughly.

[color=f49ac2]"I... I have to get out of here,"[/color] Lirrah choked, turning to bolt. She was an excellent runner. Even the Juyuem could scarcely keep up with her. It was something she could normally take some pride in, only not now.

But at the very least, her legs would carry her away from her shame.

...If they didn't still feel like gelatin.

Lirrah got only a few paces away before she tripped over herself and set to skid across the rough, dusty stonework.