Although Nyala didn't bother to come past the curtain to answer, she did reply to the Soveris's question. "As soon as you are up and about, so he said," Nyala answered amongst the sounds of clinking bottles and crushed up herbs. "I believe he will call a meeting as soon as you are ready. He wants you to be with him and safe once he announces his decision, I suppose." One could only imagine how a Paragon like Alcippe would react getting punished; she was one of those self-entitled little hatchlings that always assumed she deserved everything on a silver plate. It had been unfortunate for Koralia, of all tribemates, to land in her den injured, but at least something had come out of it. If that Placid could finally get what was coming to her, the Sandshark would personally be satisfied.
At that answer, Koralia figured all she needed to do was get up and go see Izotz right away. Even though the race had initially been brought on by Koralia herself, none of this would've happened had Alcippe kept her mouth shut. If she hadn't made ridiculous assumptions about the Soveris, then no race would've been mentioned. They wouldn't have gotten to that point, and Koralia never would've been injured and semi-crippled for the rest of her life. She would openly admit her fault in the matter, but she still couldn't forgive the Placid for what she'd done. Being a sore loser was one thing, but deliberately hurting another member of your clan something so petty? Part of her was curious to know what kind of punishment Izotz would pass.
The only problem was that she wasn't quite sure how to go about this, now. She understood she couldn't put pressure on her leg, but it would be difficult to not do exactly that. She was used to walking on all fours, and not just on three legs. She'd tried getting up earlier, and clearly, her brain still thought her leg was fully functional. "N... Nyala?" Koralia called out hesitantly, wondering if she could bother the Sandshark for just a minute or two. "Could... could you help me get up?"
At first, it seemed like the bird would have to get up all on her own, but the shuffling of things behind the curtain eventually stopped, and the white female Sandshark emerged from behind it shortly after. She quietly walked over to the Soveris and got a good feel of her surroundings before pressing herself against the bird. "Consciously put your good leg forward first. Lean to allow your back legs to push yourself up," the Sandshark instructed, cutting right to the chase; she had work to do, but she would spare some time to help her patient.
Following the crystal clear instructions given to her, Koralia put her good leg down on the ground first before leaning against the Sandshark. She would've been mindful not to put too much weight on the other, but she was smaller than nearly every single Paragon in the tribe; leaning against them wasn't a problem. She put her whole weight on the Sandshark and focused her strength in her back legs, which slowly and awkwardly followed along up until she was up and standing.
At that answer, Koralia figured all she needed to do was get up and go see Izotz right away. Even though the race had initially been brought on by Koralia herself, none of this would've happened had Alcippe kept her mouth shut. If she hadn't made ridiculous assumptions about the Soveris, then no race would've been mentioned. They wouldn't have gotten to that point, and Koralia never would've been injured and semi-crippled for the rest of her life. She would openly admit her fault in the matter, but she still couldn't forgive the Placid for what she'd done. Being a sore loser was one thing, but deliberately hurting another member of your clan something so petty? Part of her was curious to know what kind of punishment Izotz would pass.
The only problem was that she wasn't quite sure how to go about this, now. She understood she couldn't put pressure on her leg, but it would be difficult to not do exactly that. She was used to walking on all fours, and not just on three legs. She'd tried getting up earlier, and clearly, her brain still thought her leg was fully functional. "N... Nyala?" Koralia called out hesitantly, wondering if she could bother the Sandshark for just a minute or two. "Could... could you help me get up?"
At first, it seemed like the bird would have to get up all on her own, but the shuffling of things behind the curtain eventually stopped, and the white female Sandshark emerged from behind it shortly after. She quietly walked over to the Soveris and got a good feel of her surroundings before pressing herself against the bird. "Consciously put your good leg forward first. Lean to allow your back legs to push yourself up," the Sandshark instructed, cutting right to the chase; she had work to do, but she would spare some time to help her patient.
Following the crystal clear instructions given to her, Koralia put her good leg down on the ground first before leaning against the Sandshark. She would've been mindful not to put too much weight on the other, but she was smaller than nearly every single Paragon in the tribe; leaning against them wasn't a problem. She put her whole weight on the Sandshark and focused her strength in her back legs, which slowly and awkwardly followed along up until she was up and standing.