Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140814205432/@comment-7838080-20140817034458

Deryn looked at him with an expression of understanding. The falcon knew pity wasn't really needed here. What was really needed here, was a sense of understanding. That, and she couldn't help but be entranced by how he looked in the window, his cloak billowing in the breeze. She forced down a bad memory at the sight, a bad memory threatening to surface in her mind.

Both of us deserve some measure of peace...We've been through Hell once too many times already.

Deryn flexed her arm after a few moments, and could help but have a delighted expresssion on her face. And when she flexed her back, she wasn't groaning in pain. "I'm feeling...I'm feeling better already, Amet. It's...like I didn't even injure it."