Search for Shivra.

Not far from where you are, you spot Fang walking in your direction. She appears rather dejected as she squeezes both of her hands beneath her underarms, almost to the point where she doesn't even notice you coming. Though at the last moment, her eyes glance upwards as she jumps in place, like a cat to a cucumber. "Ah!" she shouts, though she swiftly settles down upon her return to reality.

"Are you all right?" you ask.

"I, uhm... I hurt myself," she mumbles. Upon showing her hands, you can see that the entire fronts of both are burned. Not badly, though you can see why she'd be down.

Amara skips over and holds her arm tight. "Please. Allow me," she insists.

"The pain is almost gone already," Fang says with a delirious smile at the touch of the beautiful elf.

You look at her, arms crossed. "So how exactly did you burn yourself, huh?"

Suddenly, Fang looks around herself--at everything, all but your face. "I dunno," she speaks under her breath with a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. "Probably on fire or something," she adds even quieter.

"Where's Shivra?"

"Just back there--" She purses her lips and sweats harder. "But that's unrelated."

"Of course it is."

As Amara pats her on the back and speaks the magic phrase, "Minor Heal," to cast upon her a spell of restoration, Fang drops to her knees like a sinner pleading for atonement.

"All right, I admit it! I touched the butt!" she cries. "She said I could, and I knew the risks, but I just couldn't resist."

The elf is too distracted to take notice of this display. She fidgets in place, bringing her knuckles to her lips as she tries to figuratively swallow something down. Her delicate, slender fingers run down the shaft of her ornate silver staff before tightening considerably.

"Don't overdo it, Amara."

"N-No! I am fine," she assures you.

You sigh and look down to the groveling cat. "This is what I was about to talk to her about. So you said she was just down the way, right?"

Fang nods. "She's close by, yes."

"Try to be more careful."

Suddenly, Fang springs back to her feet. She clenches one of her now-healed hands into a fist in the air. "Being a vigilante is all about taking risks!"

"While I don't know if I can argue with you, I feel like if we ever go to Earth one day, you need to watch or read Batman."