into the open air — private

[SÉAMUS]

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Was it dread making his gut churn?  Disappontment?  Guilt?  Hard to say, afterall Séamus excelled at ignoring such bothersome emotions as remorse.  Yet his stomach still felt twisted, only adding to the discomfort of every wound marring his body.  Blood staining his red fur and feathers.  Left ear shredded.  Each step a pain, but they'd been so close to free, hardly appropriate to give up.  Home, he'd promised, and home they'd reach if he had to die to get there.

Funny.  Since when did he view the Typhoon as an actual home rather than just a dwelling place?  The endfield winced as he set his paws on the ground, one step after the other.  Shouldn't have let us get ambushed... They had not stood a chance after all, especially after their tussle with Quinn and the marauder's daughter.  Indeed, despite the pain from his own wounds, Keona worried him more than anything else.

No option but to carry her, ever conscious of the way her tiny form swayed in his grip, teeth gently holding her by the scruff.  At least the desert sands began fading to green.  Hard to say how many miles to go now.  Less than before at the very least.

In the dark, the faerie saw the glint of familiar eyes.  Like looking into a mirror.  A very unhappy mirror.  Feck.  Now his stomach twisted for another reason.  No surprise, considering Kian's famous patience only stretched so far.  He supposed the fact Kian ran into them here was a better alternative to him attempting to break into the Pitt by himself without warning his twin ahead of time.

"... Kian," his words muffled by fur, Séamus flicked his ear, grimancing at the movement.  Very, very slowly, he lowered Keona to the ground before standing up straight.  In this form, he well towered over his twin.  Still, he felt small, eyes dark.  "... Deartháir..."

"An ndéanann sé difríocht má tá brón orm?" Doubtful.  Worth asking.  The pirate's voice was slow and distant.  Remorse.  What a foreign feeling.  He did not like it.  Vindictive too.  Vengeful.  He wanted to track down that dragon... He grits his teeth.  "Kian... Ní mór dúinn cabhair a fháil." A medic's help specifically.  He didn't know how much blood he'd lost. He didn't know if Keona was okay, just that she was most certainly hurt after already pushing her body to the limit against Bryn.

Perhaps this was a little bit his fault.  He could have grabbed Keona during the raid and get out.  Valkyr had been out there... A potential nuisance, given his mental abilities.  If anything, they'd be about evenly matched.  No, Séamus had decided to wait.  Wait to become a more familiar 'member'.  Waited so Keona would grow more attached to him without Kian around.  Selfish? Perhaps.  Hardly his fault they did not know for sure who her father was.  A point he'd happily bring up if he felt a little stronger.

"Tá brón orm."

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán