She nodded to Murrg, and got a purple, single-sleeved shirt out of her bag, ducking behind a door and changing quickly. He'd been right, the painkiller helped a bit, though her shoulder still felt stiff.
She wondered what was going on, and followed the sound of Murrg's voice, poking her head out, her eyes widening at the young fur lying on the floor. She went over quickly, kneeling beside him, glancing up at Murrg. "This is terrible . . . " She said, softly, worriedly.