Snippet #2435420

It had been a long time since Surniph had woken up to treated wounds - far longer than she could remember. Her leg and thigh were wrapped in a bandage that wound around her leg, some sort of cooling salve on her skin, soothing the burn that blistered there. Her torso was also wrapped in bandages, tight and professionally done, snug when she twisted but not debilitating. She was also given some sort of material to cover herself, though the modesty was discarded.

They had given her a bed, too, but that she had discarded as well. She instead perched on the windowsill, the room she was staying in having been upturned for possible weaponry the second she had been steady on her own feet, blind with panic over waking up in a strange room with strange smells, having been disrobed, exposed, cleaned and patched up.

Her fur was still patchy from being charred off, but her tan coat was now more evident, having been cleansed from soot and ash. She sat facing the door, the room in disarray around her, a leg of a chair having been ripped off and remaining clutched in her grasp.

She was alert and ready. And now she waited.