"The flesh golem was Venatori magic to hurt us, the vines...I don't know what the vines were but they attacked us. And the wolf isn't always a wolf. She's a friend. She was hurting." There's a pause as Araceli remembers the dungeons, talking to Ruby like dragging a hook out of somewhere buried deeper than flesh. "Is still hurting."

Managing a smile, Araceli nods though she hasn't really seen it too much yet. "When it's caused so much trouble it must. Being shot with pistols leaves scars and they're much smaller than teeth, and they went deep. I would show you but the only time I don't have a poultice on it is when I'm bathing or they're changing an old one for a fresh one. The smell of the herbs would put you off your drink too." Her nose wrinkles at that because honestly, healing herbs smell utterly foul.