[ it would seem that no matter what universe she was doomed to, spiders would always be there: watching, waiting, and being generally disgusting.

she has weapons with her-- whatever force had brought her here was either kind or had a horrible sense of humor (a full quiver of arrows and a bow hang on her back, both entirely useless when she only had one arm). so here she is, back against a tree, ass on the ground, as several large spiders make their approach. ]

Just my luck, really-- that this is how it ends.

[ all of what transpires next is a dumb accident-- she throws her arm forward in some attempt at defending herself when the spider lunges, the ugly spider wound on her arm begins to heal, and the wound seems to have been transferred elsewhere. not transferred anywhere useful, like to one of the many spiders inching forward, but to the poor sap who'd come to her aid to try and help her.

whoops. sorry about the ugly cut you now have on your arm, it's shallow though i promise.

(also she's definitely being mauled by the spiders at this point.) ]

Stop it.

[ the lil scanner pod hovers forward, just trying to do its job (just trying to do its best!!). lavellan however seems incredibly uncomfortable with allowing it to do just that. she's got a rather long stick in hand, and whenever it lurches forward she raises her stick again and pushes it back. ]

Stop.

[ and again ]

Stop!

[ and again-- this is gonna go on forever if you let it ]