Toby's been present for enough mercy runs to the outer city to have at least a general idea. She nods, as always just noticeably wary about the big animal. "Yes. Caught this early, it's easily treated. I wouldn't want him to slip away and escape treatment, of course, but I doubt there will be any lingering effects as it is."

Lion could use a mane-brushing, not that Toby knows what a mane is called, or a brush for that matter. The long pink fur got in the way of a few stray attacks.

"Steven," she says suddenly, deciding to just forge ahead bluntly, the way she knows how to do. "If these were my people, and I was not forced to quit the battlefield, I would try to handle and arrange their bodies in a dignified way. These aren't my people." She tips her horns to one side as if saying, clearly. "But I think it will be good to show them respect and acknowledge that I am accountable."

Not guilty, accountable. Toby's perturbed but not really upset about this, and more concerned for her bondling than perturbed. He seems very young just now, and she would like to try to bring him through this without too much lingering trauma. "It may bother you more. I won't think less of you if you decide to leave. Yet, if you wanted to say something to them, this could be a good time."