Raln had run a little ahead of her, dripping water as he went -- but when he no longer heard her footsteps behind him he turned to face the city they had just left behind. The downed airship was burning, its skeleton dangling between two buildings. From here, they couldn't hear the screams and gunfire, but Raln knew them well.

Although, a few dark shapes emerged from the moat and scattered in other directions. So more of the townsfolk had gotten out. Good.

His eyes were drawn to Solara at her request. The arrow certainly looked painful, and she had sustained the wound while carrying out his orders. Without hesitation he stepped forward, laid a hand on her feathers and eased the arrow gently from her wing. The wound looked worse than it had appeared before.

"Can you heal yourself?" he asked gravely.