Love mends even the broken parts
Gland removed, Loren flipped the bird around. He began to make careful incisions in the Ningo's neck. Pausing, he slid his fingers inside to pull out the organs from the creature's throat. Once he'd partially removed them, he turned it on its stomach to cut away from that angle. Eventually, he was able to remove everything from that end of the bird that wasn't supposed to be there.
Pausing, he snorted at Deimos' question. "Do I think the Eirachi will blow up the Palace and send her cultists to assault us? Or do I think Zariah will sacrifice her kid?" Growling, he shrugged. "At least Zariah's dead. And there's no Palace to destroy. As for the rest of it, I'm sure there will be some disaster or another. We'll just have to pick up the pieces like we always do."
Sighing, he cut into the Ningo's gut. Eying the wishbone that Deimos held, the healer jerked his chin at it. "Remind me what you need this for?"
Pausing, he snorted at Deimos' question. "Do I think the Eirachi will blow up the Palace and send her cultists to assault us? Or do I think Zariah will sacrifice her kid?" Growling, he shrugged. "At least Zariah's dead. And there's no Palace to destroy. As for the rest of it, I'm sure there will be some disaster or another. We'll just have to pick up the pieces like we always do."
Sighing, he cut into the Ningo's gut. Eying the wishbone that Deimos held, the healer jerked his chin at it. "Remind me what you need this for?"
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