Daisy huffs, considers protesting that they'll heal up in the next day or two on their own going by the rate they've healed but doesn't bother. Just sits up and casually strips her sleep top off so Erin can get at the claw marks that start at her shoulder, and some on her side. Yeah, trying to fight didn't work out great for her this time. Still not at full strength and those werewolves are big.

"Be surprised, would I? Who the fuck else would miss me, then, Erin? Everyone else either barely knows me, or hates me."