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"Careful for the glass," she cautioned, taking a breath. "Will you tell me if it's bad?"
He waited nearby patiently, sitting against some debris.
He nodded slowly, watching her.
She winced, her brows furrowed. "Ow! That's.. It hurts."
He followed, watching the floor with a frown.
He stood back, watching the bird.
She was sitting on the floor, holding a rag to her foot. There was shattered glass on the floor as well as some blood. "I stepped on some glass."
He softened, his brows furrowed as he looked at her worriedly. "I had to.." His face hardened again, as if remembering something. "I shouldn't...
"Make it fly," he decided. "Try to see through its eyes."
She didn't reply for a moment but he would hear some rustling. "I- Uh- Just hold on.."
He now noticed, tilting his head with a slight frown. He might have looked a little worried. "Are you okay?"
He placed his hands behind his back, watching the falcon.
"It's been a long day," she called back to him, before a loud shatter was heard. "Ah, *squee!*."
He didn't seem to notice, hopping over and approaching the kill. He took the arrow sticking from it, wiping it off and returning it with the rest....
He tilted his head, keeping silent.
"Not all the time," she said, going to the kitchen with a frown.
"Well," he said, climbing slowly up a pile of rusted and broken cars with a low voice, "I think it's time to adapt." He settled, looking over the...
She stood, taking the glass. "Well, I'm going to worry anyways. I care about how you feel," she told him, going to the doorway. "So.. I'm going...
He looked ahead again with a frown. "Well, good," he said, his tone sarcastic. "You won't have to kill the animals. That's my job."
Zad stood back, his arms folded as he observed her movements and body language.
