The full moon hadn't been kind to you this time around, not kind at all. You were laid out in your tent in camp, nursing your aching bones and the deep gashes that had been carved into your flesh by sharp, crooked nails. You were wallowing in your pain, until you hear the soft tapping of footsteps on dirt approaching your tent.

"Why don't you just come out with it already?" The Sharran half-elf questions bluntly, concealed by the tent flaps barring her from entering, fingers peeking through and latching around the fabric, as she waits for permission to enter. "By the nine hells, just tell me what happened so I can heal you!"