“You’ve talked to the moon too?” she asked, wide eyed. She thought that she had been the only one. Valentina liked to keep to herself more than one would think. The tiny cherub that rested on her shoulder sighed softly. Sandy, who barely came past her knees, began making symbols in his golden sand above his head. Valentina nodded, sitting on her knees as she leaned closer to Sandy. It seemed that she ignored the two Jacks for a moment, which was true. The little yellow man was giving her a few answers. “The boogey man?” she asked, “I don’t think I remember meeting him.” 

Looking over her shoulder Valentina glanced at the room that Bunnymund, North, Tooth and their new guest was in. It seemed that having wings was fairly popular among the female guardians; Valentina only hoped that the woman in black didn’t have her wings damaged. Sandy tugged gently on her pants before asking, via his sand, who she was. “My name is Valentina Hart; pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sandman.” She bowed at the waist quickly before straightening her back and looking at the other two. 

Bunnymund called the burgundy haired girl into the room where their new and injured guest was. “You ‘ave wings, can ya help us?” he asked, gesturing to the black wings. “We don’t know if she lost any feathers.” 

Bunnymund called for the two Jacks as well to gather supplies such as gauze and hot water as well as a few cloths. He didn’t answer Tooth beyond how he found her. “Man in the Moon told me.” There wasn’t much more to explain and he was worried that whatever attacked her was much stronger than they realized. North shot Bunnymund a sorrow-filled look but kept quiet as he gently washed a few of the cuts. 

Valentina’s own wings flinched as she gently checked each of the feathers of the angel. It would be hell if she had lost too many.