by wolfpack12 » Wed Jan 03, 2018 2:22 am
Astarot chuckled a little bit, in a gentle tone. As he went from sitting up, to laying down slightly." Well, you are my daughter, how could I forget on what it is you like to eat?", he replied, in amusement. Before noticing her concerned look, the moment he had wined from his injuries. Causing him to smirk just a tiny bit, as memories from the fight came flooding back to him." Don't you worry about me, Nez, I may be old, but there is still a whole lot of fight left in me, unfortunately, Zarak learned that the hard way, my injuries will heal within time, just as yours will, they are merely burns or small cuts from where either his fire had hit me or when his claws had either tried to find purchase or tried to get a good blow in, nothing I can't handle, besides, I gave him a few wounds of his own, to help make him think twice before trying to either attack us or kidnap you again", he explained reassuringly.