"They were!" Nyara exclaims. She doesn't feel threatened by Kerrigan, not off this meeting, but by habit she wants to find the right attitude and things to say that will please this formidable woman, who is so confident about combat. "I had more difficulty with larger numbers, and those dark creatures with, with the acid." A patch of fur got scalded off her arm recently. Need's healed her skin to a very new, pink look, but can't do anything about her clothing looking more ragged and eaten away.

Yep, that was a word substitution and Nyara instantly picks up that Kerrigan has some degree of feelings for Loken. She doesn't comment on it, just accepts her hand to shake after Need prompts her on how to react to such a gesture.

Nyara's fingers are half-webbed and knobbly, bearing pink pads, retracted claws, and a coat of very short fur, halfway between a cat's paw and the flat hard pad of the palm and the thin bony fingers that go on a normal human hand. Her hands are more sensitive and dexterous than paws and she can evidently use a sword or a bow, but she would struggle with the trigger of a gun if she ever tried one.

"Mmh!" She has to focus, and tries to make her thoughts clear instead of scurrying in circles. :Thank you. I would not have chosen to come, but, perhaps I am at least safe from my master/my father here.: