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Lydia hisses as her flesh burns, dashing forward and finishing off her opponent with a quick swing of her axe. Where's her thane? A sweep of the cave and she finds the Kahjiit shouting another fire mage into a trap, the net of spikes swinging out to slap him into the cave wall. Her tail flicks and she immediately bounds forward, rifling through the man's pockets. Sighing, Lydia steps forward knowing that she will have to carry what her thane cannot. The cat lets out a purr like rumble and taps the man's amulet, smiling at the enchantment that sparks around it.
"Lydia." The way the Kahjiit speaks her name is different, as it sounds more like Lidja than Lydia, but she says nothing. "M'ashi needs you to hold many things." When she leans forward to retrieve the items, her burn makes itself prominent and she hisses. Lydia's surprised when M'ashi grasps her elbow, sizing up the burn and then, suddenly, laps at the cut with her tongue. Jerking her arm back, she looks at the cat like she's crazy.
"Why would you do that?" She feels surprisingly terrible when she watches the cat's ears fold down onto her head.
"M'ashi does this for many. Cubs are sensitive to many things when young, so we may cleanse them with our tongues to ease the pain." Lydia nods and holds out her arm once more, surprised when the pain does ease as M'ashi laps at the wound. The Kahjiit holds her head up once more, giving the wound another look over before nodding. "If this makes you uncomfortable, M'ashi can learn healing hands. She will not be upset by this."