(So, Shara was banished.)
Shara
"Y-you couldn't have known," Shara whimpered.

(Oh.

I thought the humans killed them.

Why was she banished?)

Myra nodded. *im sorry.* then she just held her, letting her cry.

(She accidentally killed someone. Also, you won't want to let her cry herself out. Her cries sound like human screams.)
Shara
Shara wept into the hollow where Myra's left breast had been, her tears soaking through the fur to the skin.
(So, what if Shara's tears have regenerative properties, and begin regrowing Myra's breast?)

(Ouch, and sure! Also, ew.)

Myra held her, but felt tingling where her breast was. She didnt pay much attention to it.

(Ew what?)
Shara
Shara's weeping soon subsided, and pulled herself away, before saying, "We should get moving."

Myra nodded before freezing. *my breast...* she said, before grabbing it. *it hurts. It hurts a lot.*

(I just imagined it would itch, having something regrow, but, you do you.)
Shara
Shara jumped toward Myra, saying, "What's wrong?"

(So, the natives are much more casual about touches. And Shara, having been trained as a healer, is more touchy-feely than most.)

(Lol, and ok)

Myra winced. *my breast scar. It hurts. Real bad.* she growled in pain as it shuddered and began to swell.

Shara
Shara immediately felt it, noting the way the skin was straining from the swelling.

Myra winced as it swelled further to its natural size, and fur began covering it.