Her leg stung - giant spider face daggers generally were unkind to flesh - but still she kept on. They were outside. Sort of. Outside in an inside way. Xala looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, turning, slightly shocked, towards Castor when he ignored the fact they were out for now and instead demanded to see her leg. It was just a bite.
Xala sighed and turned around, moving to sit down and show her leg. It was bleeding. Not normal blood though. The colour of this blood was silver the smell was sickly sweet almost begging to be ingested and she winced, getting a look at it. Or not a look at it, if her pants had anything to do with it. Deciding that perhaps not ruining her pants was a better course she shuffled out of those, hissing and grinding her teeth when it pulled past the bite.
Now wearing her pants to her knees, Castor's demand was mostly forgotten about while she looked at her bare thigh. "Do you have a cloth?" Probably not, but she didn't so maybe, just maybe, he kept something from her bag, "We don't want you to touch this, our blood is very deadly and you might burn your ha..." Xala paused and looked at his hands, his curse. "Well, those might be fine. Can you feel anything with them?"