Turns out she and Holly were sitting on the front porch like good little puppies...
Holly decided to leave her quills in.
We pinned her down, with both of us laying on her, and she would get away, and run in a circle, then come right back to be scratched.
She ate and drank.
She chased birds.
I deemed her well enough for now, and left her to my in-laws to deal with.
Isn't it convenient that the very weekend we gave her to them to keep forever and ever on the farm where she can run free and be happy she discovered porcupines?
I think so too.