((Wolva: ....I feel like I'm about to get attacked....))
"No. I owe you," Itami said flatly, her eyes dry and her back straight. Ignoring the pain in her wings, she walked through the door into the cold room she had requested for her weaving, and curled up in a corner of the stone room. "I will rest, and then be off. Hopefully, I will return."
Licking the last bits of soul off of his fingers, Yamir shook his head like a dog shakes to get water out of its fur, his green-blonde hair whirling out from his head. I should go back to the Night Mother. She might have something for me to do. he decided, and started off toward the room where she was kept.



