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Oh, [i]no. [/i]

After surviving a magical plague, a dragon made of darkness itself, and a flight that seemed to go on forever, it seemed they were due for the [i]true [/i]final boss of misery: [i]family drama. [/i]

But while Fellwing purposefully distanced herself from Garrock's reunion with his estranged sibling, not wanting to meddle in their business, her clutchmates seemed to be of a different mind. Skobeloff made a joke of it, Stargaze — bless her heart — was entirely clueless, and Shieldwing was earnest if blunt as ever. Fellwing buried her face into her wing and sighed.

She did peek over when she heard talk of a... [i]half [/i]a healer, though. Before she had to ask, Skobeloff did so for her. 

[color=#595555]"And that's truly all we can ask for,"[/color] she hurried to comment on this Coryn fellow, eager to change the subject from the matter of family. [color=#595555]"I'm likewise fine, but it wouldn't hurt to have a healer look some of us over, just in case."
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She looked over to Maug openly, but couldn't help her gaze also flicking to every dragon they'd rescued — as well as Garrock's wing — in turn. Hopefully briefly enough not to be noticeable. 

[color=#595555]"If you would,"[/color] she smiled at Rudrick, gesturing with a wing for him to lead the way. [/color]