Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170411225044/@comment-28247510-20170414154841

Sleet didn't look at her, staring determinedly straight ahead. He grunted a brisk reply, however..

"Your wounds need healing."

His thought were much too chaotic, and they were something like this: "Oh for Pyrrhia's sake this is an enemy why am I helpingher ugh but she'll die anyway but why do I care?? Three moons, she's a Nightwing! I shouldn't be wasting my time.. but why can't I just let her die!? She's not useful to me- she tried to kill me!(etc xD)"