[The leg wound is pretty nasty, even if it isn't as deep as it could be, the length was more of a problem than the depth. Looks almost like something had tried to drag her, at some point, and while Estelle had managed to kick it off, the claws had made a mess of her leg in the escape effort.

She shakes her head at Joshua's question though, steadying herself against him and working to find her footing with a tight smile. As nice as the offer is, it was pretty impractical, and she knew it.]

I can probably walk on my own! We both need to be able to fight right now.

[Said, as if she still intends to fight. Ho boy.]

I still owe these jerks a few more bashed in heads.