“N- n- no,” she said stuttering. The city actually scared her. Her Master had told her about the city. She had been near the city for some of her missions. It was pleasant for a while, but always, without fail, the onslaught of auras would wear on her and she would be left weak and weary, forced to kill so that she would not die. She suspected not all of the city was like that but she had no intention of living there.
“And really,” she said sincerely having had such an intimate connection with his aura and in her own way feeling as though she had violated him, even if it were only to help him. She recognized the aura of his signature. His father was one of the kings. One of the kings that definitely knew her Master and would recognize her if he saw her. Or maybe, she thought, the king would help her find her Master, “I would, perhaps, like to return to your home with you. I imagine the environment is safer and I would also like to ensure that you are healing as fast as possible.”
She paused and added as an after thought, “You’re also going to need someone there to stretch your wing out for you so that it does not grow weak from lack of use.”