don't you know, i'm quite something

MELITA

Maybe she should’ve let Fangorn loose to gnaw upon the man’s ankles. The youth was sorely tempted as he laughed at her explanation. She wondered why she’d bothered staying at all, if only here to provide a buffer for this man’s fall and a means of amusement. She didn’t hide the roll of her eyes, or the turn of her figure, intending to leave, rummage along back into darkness and foils. No sense in staying here. The other man apparently wasn’t going to be much of a bother for anyone either, so she snorted, taking one last look at the fellow. “No.” The girl had no intention of stealing from someone, especially wounded. If he was going to be all right, then she wouldn’t need to aid or liberate him from another pending situation – a mess on the ground, but wouldn’t be by morning.

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts