"I've got her." Arrow responded monotonously, glancing past Axle as he spoke. Those little shits. Thought they were so tough, picking on whoever, it made her blood boil. Delilah never hurt a soul, and that probably only encouraged them.

She looked back once before pushing on behind Axle and out of the safety, or illusion of safety, of the camp. She knew she shouldn't have gone out and followed orders that weren't Morgans, or Vigenere's, but Axle was right. There just wasn't time to wait. 

Morgan lied on his belly some distance away, keeping his eyes closed as he listened to the conversation from his hiding spot. Normally, average Guardsmen were in no position to host raids... yet he had no issue with Axle's idea. At first, he gritted his teeth - - but then he realized something that should have been obvious. The General stayed frozen in place, at conflict with himself. The idea seemed far too dangerous, but part of him knew it was the right thing to do to at least try to rescue their one and only medic - one of their only friends remaining.

Morgan's tense body loosened up as he felt his boyfriend push him lightly. He had heard all he needed to hear, but he still felt conflicted. he whispered, gritting his teeth. He was cut off by the savannah's words, which hit him even harder than his own thoughts. He visibly winced, but nodded and got up.

With a confused frown, he tried to nuzzle the Captain's face to thank him. He felt his legs shake slightly, but he willed them to stop as he leaned in a bit closer. His frown was soon replaced by a subtle smile, and with it he asked,