Though decontamination cleans up some of the grime and grit in her wounds, there's only so much they could do when their ward isn't exactly cooperative. The little machines do their best, but Elleru screeches and hisses at them, more annoyed by their prodding than relieved for their help. By the time she gets out of there, she's in marginally better shape than when she went in, but infinitely more irritated. She's nearly as unhappy about the blood and dirt still caking her fur as she is about the injuries themselves.

Her scarred companion addresses her, though from the sound of her tone, she still doesn't expect an answer. Do uprights speak to lesser beasts this way? Or is this just something she does? Elleru finds it doubly curious that she does not seem to recognize what she is. Perhaps it is that ignorance, combined with her obvious physical prowess, that accounts for her lack of fear when faced with a being as great as a kaulahren.

Elleru holds her breath as they make their way down the Anchor, nearing the spa. She wants to know, but she must be patient. Perhaps she can find this woman later, once disguised as an upright. How then could she ask? Hello, we have not met, but I noticed that you are not afraid of kaulahren. Why is that?

No, too obvious. She vows to do better once she just has a moment to think about something other than the ache in her back and the dirt clinging to her legs.