This is for Ebryn, my friend. If you know me at all, you know why my chest is bandaged. But while I'm on the mend, dear Eb is still struggling with her own demon, and despite many different approaches, has not yet found the thing which will help in any satisfactory way, hence the unraveling of her own bandages. Since we can't be there to hug each other, Eb, this will have to suffice. *massivehugs*

While these days I prefer paying talented people to do so when I want to give a gift, that doesn't always work in a timely fashion. Not that I'm any better. It takes me forever to draw a single picture. In this case, since I actually worked hard at it, two days or so. And while ordinarily, I would have given up in disgust halfway through, that would have defeated the point. Don't tell me what's wrong - believe me, I'm very well aware. In this case, it really is the thought that counts.

Credit where credit is due: The tiger is extremely heavily referenced from two pieces of Ebryn's own art of her character, and all anatomical and perspective shortfalls are entirely my fault.