With another shriek, Mo'rtajha falls, landing on her backside. She rolls over with a long groan, her tail fur bristled out, ears flattened in opposite directions. "Oooow...I'll live, I suppose. 'Tis nothing more than my pride."

She lifts her head after a few moments of self pity, slitted pupils fixating on the elezen woman. "Terribly sorry for the poor rescue. Are you alright?"