IF YOU HAD YOUR GUN / injured

[Keona.]

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

Copper in the air never bore well.  The Dealer froze, nostrils flaring.  It was instinct at this point, to follow the scent, worry settling in her stomach when she recognized Goldie's scent at the center of it all.  She came to a halt besides Roxanne, pale hues blinking.  Tanglewood scent too.  Vigenere, the new General.  Thank goodness.  Someone had been there.  Someone had helped her.

Keona's head tilted upwards, following the sound of Roxanne's voice.  Bandages too.  Her ears flicked back, wondering how bad it was.  After everything... Her tail lashed.  She wished Goldie could have some longer lasting peace for once.  "Thank you, Vigenere."

Softly she breathed out, nodding to Roxanne in reassurance, "'m with you.  We'll keep things together and she'll be okay." Goldie had done so much.  They could keep things smooth while she healed.  Rested.  It was the least they could do.  She had done it once before; she'd help Roxanne do it now.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.