[ Radheya in caracal form is standing alert beside her, and his keen, tufted ears pick up the sound of someone approaching before she even hears anything, prompting him to turn his head sharply in their direction. Then she hears her name, and-- well, that voice is a lot more recognizable to her than it was a few days ago.
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She turns too, with a bit of a forced smile. ]
Ah... Hey. Your wounds doing okay?
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Yes. I fortunately got healed enough to be able to move around. [ So he's good. ] I see you're no longer that guard.
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... Then you didn't look like yourself for a long while, it seemed.