Larka grunted with the effort it took to try and stand on her own while Square lifted her off the floor. The gatorcat was injured as well, so it would be pathetic if both of them fell over. But her body was just too worn. The she-Wolf sagged against her friend and let her head and ears droop. "Sitting down might be best for both of us," she panted. She gritted her teeth and pulled a chair towards herself, which she quickly slumped into. Her battered body screamed at the firm contact to her sensitive skin and muscles. She blew air through her clenched teeth and waited for the aid kit to reach ********' a. Who knew drama would blow in and out so quickly," she tried to make a joke of the evening, but it was hard enough staying conscious, let alone talk at length. She leaned back against the chair and let Zeren do all the work. He was female now, a cute little retriever. Hehe, a retriever that would retrieve s**t for the invalids. "Fish sounds nice..," she mumbled idly.