Solitude [open]

[freedom]

He turned solemnly to her, wiping his eye with his sleeve. Had he been paying attention, he would have heard what she had said. But his mind had wandered, granted not safe when traveling through a place such as this, but it didn't matter. It was when she stopped moving that his wing fell out of his jacket and against the ground. He figured this was what she had asked about. "Yeah...I guess I could use some help on this wing...I got my arm splinted up but that wing I need help to get into place..."

[Paz Marrin]

Paz looked at his wing and frowned. "Hold still. I know how to fix this." She gently took his wing in her hands. She sucked in a breath and then the moon on the palm of her hand glowed slightly. She guided his wing back into it's right place. She felt every bit of pain that he should be feeling, but probably wasn't. It hurt really bad too, but she didn't let it break her concentration. When the wing was back to its normal spot on his back she let go of it. She grimaced a bit but smiled at him. "How does that feel?" she asked him.

[freedom]

As she did her work, the bullet wound began to magically heal, sealing up the bullet wound and repairing the muscle that had been torn. If there wasn't so much pain involved, he would have healed it himself earlier. This however was much easier and seemed to go a lot simpler. "Thank you..." he said quietly, moving his shoulder in small circles to make sure everything worked. It felt good as new, and he had Paz to thank for that. After shrugging the brace off his arm, he turned to her. "And thank you again for what you did for us back there. But they weren't going to hurt me...I saw their plan...they were going to use me as a warning becon for attacks essentially. But I suppose freedom is better than that," he said, allowing himself to smile ever so slightly.

[Paz Marrin]

Paz shrugged. She had really done nothing to help from what she thought of the encounter with the crazy lady. Paz had helped his wings heal though. She was glad for that. "Just try not to get shot." She said. Paz decided that she had done enough for him and spread her own wings, which had a dull ache from healing his. "I'd better go." She said and then started to fly away.

[freedom]

Seamus turned and watched her flap her wings. "You be safe as well, who knows what dangers lurks around out here. I'm certain we will meet again." He smiled faintly and watched until she was out of his sight, then turned back and continued on his way through the forest. There was no where he had to be. There was no one he had to meet. Just he, himself, and no one.