What have you done to yourself? That's no little scrape. Here, they've got a continental wine they swear is worth drinking and I've ordered us a bottle, tell me all about it.

[Heloise daintily greets Shylah with a nuzzle and a pleased sighing sound, curling her tail primly around herself to make room for man and daemon. She does love daemons with fur, so soft and pleasant against the sensitive nodules that line her face, and she knows Shylah of old.]