[center][h2][color=darkolivegreen]Anyon[/color][/h2][/center]

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A cough of blood was expected. The guy basically had his organs mashed together like some screwed up flesh accordion, with the bones being the framework of it. Anyon simply sat back down as she gave his upper arm a rub as some form of strange, but helpful comfort. That wolf must’ve caused far more damage than they even realized. She knew that the old bastard would live, it [i]is[/i] Mirt after all, but the damage was still surprising considering he’s walked off from, in her opinion, way worse than some overgrown mutt. Her eyes gave a quick once over as she noticed how blood soaked his clothes were, all easily from being crushed for a few moments. It never gave her comfort seeing him like this…

"Did the strangers make it out better than I did?”

She let out a scoff. Why can’t he be more damn selfish for once? [color=darkolivegreen]“They ran off the moment they got the chance, so probably fine.”[/color] She sighed and spoke softly.  She made sure to look him in the eyes for this one. [color=darkolivegreen]”Worry about yourself, for fucks sake. Your wounds might be healed, but your ass needs to rest for a bit for it to take full effect.”[/color] With that, she gave a soft pat and rub on his shoulder. Normally this affection would be saved if she was particularly plastered, but it also happened to be the other occasion where she would do this. He was severely injured and worried about things that didn’t matter at the moment. And she wanted this rarity of an emotion to show that fact to him, clear as day. For the rest of the group, it was probably strange seeing this behemoth of a woman, with a voice as deep as a basin, suddenly speak with such gentleness.

[@Zelosse] [@BrokenPromise]