[color=grey]"I'm fine, I'm fine. Still breathing, ain't I?" She thought she'd be ecstatic to return home again, after all, she wasn't a fan of the idea of staying in that shit place forever, and yet...

She was placed back down on the ground, wincing when her leg moved slightly, looking back at the shattered and mutilated form of her back leg, against her better judgement. That should be the worst of the wounds, she thought at least, she hoped there was some way to save the injury and in turn, her fucking leg. She didn't want a limp or something like that, it would only drag her lower, make her weaker than she already was. Speaking of, she didn't want anyone seeing her in such a pathetic state. The aggressive self hatred for her own useless body was overpowering at this point, fueled by the concept of being taken only because she couldn't fight back well enough. No powers, no hulking form, nothing.

[color=grey]"They're gonna rip you a new ass for this, you didn't have to do it." Arrow muttered, returning that solemn look for only a moment before looking down. "Don't look at me like that." She hated that. Pitiful. She dug her front paws into the mud, messing around with the soft earth as there just wasn't much else to do. They wouldn't want her back, would they? Not like this. What use would she be now? [color=grey]"We'd both be better off with my neck snapped to shit and thrown into the sea, dont'cha think?"

It felt like Tanglewood did nothing to help or find their lost member, stolen from their territory easily. Delilah was unsure of the Pittians, she had heard rumors of them from the visitors that came to the territory, but they had never had any throw-downs with any of the Pittians, thank goodness.

Delilah was quick to hear the sound of a panicked shout, tail lashing to her side to lift up her satchel and put it around her neck as she dashed over to the scene, where an injured Arrow laid next to a creature that smelt unfamiliar. The inner protective friend inside of her wanted to tear whoever this was into shreds, but the inner medic knew she had to choose peace. It was unusual for the skittish female to even think about fighting someone.

"What happened to her? Who are you?" Delilah called out, rushing over on three legs as she used telekinesis to shuffle through her bag for stitches and antibiotic herb vials. "Malphas! Arrow's back, she's got a pretty bad stab wound!" She yowled out over her shoulder to the elder medic, magenta eyes surveying everything in front of her. She got to work on cleaning out the stab wound, telekinesis lifting up bandages and a splint of sticks to set the broken leg.

"You aren't useless, you.. You.. Idiot."  Delilah muttered softly, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back the tears that bubbled up in her eyes. She was always a crybaby.

[color=grey]"Relax, he's not a threat. What kinda dumbass would drag their victim back and call out for someone's attention? She found that the arrival of Delilah and Leroy sent a wave of anxiety down her spine, followed up by sudden irritation at Leroy's harsh interrogation. His attitude had never bothered her before, it just was what it was, but there was something about him jumping immediately to snapping at Valkyr that flicked some switch. He did save her from hell, after all.

Her jaw clenched when the soft medic's voice began to crack, flinching somewhat violently when Delilah got to work on cleaning the wound. Fuck, it still hurt. That was quality torn flesh right there. [color=grey]"No! I don't need the whole medic team on my trail. Just patch the shit up and I'll be on my own in no time." She appreciated the help, she really, truly did, but she didn't want anything or anyone else touching her. Although deep down she wondered if Malphas had some extra drugs she could make use of. Or...a lot of them. [color=grey]"I'm not gonna get into this, flower girl. You're....too nice to see it for what it is." Everyone was a liar. Of course no one would straight up admit it, no one wanted to feel rude. Except maybe Leroy. He was blunt as fuck.

[color=grey]"And you." She turned her head to look at Valkyr again, feeling a heavy sense of guilt weighing on her heart. He was gonna get fucked up back there because she couldn't keep herself safe. She didn't even know this guy and he was ready to take a beating, maybe a maiming, just to get her outta there. [color=grey]"You're crazy, you know that? I owe you a lot, but god damn it, you're fucked. You don't deserve all that."

Delilah seemed to flinch at the tone of voice that Arrow used, turning her magenta hues away to shuffle through her satchel quickly before setting some pain relieving medicines in syrup form, all stored in vials. "Drink these when your wounds hurt more.. Uh.. Thank.. Thank you so much for bringing her back, sir. My name is Delilah, a medic here." She meowed softly, long thick tail swishing side to side in obvious anxiousness. The cherry blossoms had begun to fall from her pelt in rapid amounts, and Delilah shifted her paws in place.