[Open] Well Then

[Dragon]

Giana shook her hand gingerly, frowning at the slice across her palm. She looked like some dramatic idiot who had just blooded a new wher by cutting their hand instead of somewhere more practical. It was honestly kind of ridiculous ... she'd just been working on repairing Goranask's harness, something she'd been doing for turns, and one slip ...

This wasn't going to be pleasant, but at least she'd not cut herself deeply enough that she had done any real damage, at least as far as she could tell. Still. It was inconvenient and embarrassing. In fact, she was pretty sure that Goranask was laughing at her.

Would never, he sent, a little too innocently.

With a sigh, Giana pushed into the healer's clinic with her uninjured left hand, looking around for someone to help her. "Got a little bit of a cut here."