Don't it make you want to scream? -- open; demonstration

✯ — Amputation?  Oh dear.  For a split second, the marten felt sick, her stomach twisting in knots.  Self-consciously, her eye darted to her metal legs and she found herself edging to the very back of the gathering crowd, torn ears flicking.  Worse so, she remembered the smell of burning flesh when she oversaw the amputation of a friend's leg.  It'd be her job after all.  Still.  She knew that pain.  When searing heat cut through flesh.  There were other ways to do it without fire, or... She breathed in sharply, closing her eyes tight.

Being the vegetarian she was - though her body was made to digest as an omnivore - 'food' did not apply.  Lessa wrapped her fluffy tail around herself like a blanket, taking in slow breaths through her nose.  She would need to make some tea after this.

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