Vathmos had been organizing her bone pile when she heard the cries from help, and, initially, didn't answer. Then she picked out that it was Wormwood and she straightened up, looking off in the direction of his cries. He wasn't okay, but she didn't know how helpful she would be to him. She hurt him when she lost control. She doubted that would happen again, but she also doubted Wormwood would be so quick to forgive her.
It was... responsible for her to check out, though. Her own bones were sore from their fight- the lightning hit her pretty hard, but it wasn't something she couldn't handle. Without massive soreness, that is... She was tough. Vathmos trodded out of her home, to the sound of Wormwood's cries, and quickened her pace into a sprint when the cries stopped, and came to a halt at the sight of Red and Feza next to Wormwood. Her head tilted when she saw Wormwood's wings, and her mouth upturned in a cringe. Bya Lamashtu, winhowartee itse teehowartee?
She finally approached the grouping, straightening herself and sniffing cautiously. "Is.... everything alright here?"
It was... responsible for her to check out, though. Her own bones were sore from their fight- the lightning hit her pretty hard, but it wasn't something she couldn't handle. Without massive soreness, that is... She was tough. Vathmos trodded out of her home, to the sound of Wormwood's cries, and quickened her pace into a sprint when the cries stopped, and came to a halt at the sight of Red and Feza next to Wormwood. Her head tilted when she saw Wormwood's wings, and her mouth upturned in a cringe. Bya Lamashtu, winhowartee itse teehowartee?
She finally approached the grouping, straightening herself and sniffing cautiously. "Is.... everything alright here?"
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