Aria Wolfe // OC // pandimensional watering hole
The blond that comes through the door doesn't seem to be particularly in the greatest of shape; the long claw marks down her arm that are still bleeding say so anyway. She doesn't mean to drip blood on her way to the bar, really, but she needs a few things.
When the bandages, water, and clean towels appear before her after a growl about needing someone to get them she blinks. Though she's in too much pain to really care about magic things right now, just grateful to get them. Said supplies are lifted carefully with her good arm and she settles herself in a booth to try and clean said claw marks with the softest comment about how territory fights are suck a pain.
When the bandages, water, and clean towels appear before her after a growl about needing someone to get them she blinks. Though she's in too much pain to really care about magic things right now, just grateful to get them. Said supplies are lifted carefully with her good arm and she settles herself in a booth to try and clean said claw marks with the softest comment about how territory fights are suck a pain.