They did, and now all of them are dead for their insolence. [ With the adrenaline seeping from his system, Laurent found that now he was left feeling only exhausted. He did not show it, for Damen's sake- keeping himself carefully controlled as the other continued to work at his wing. ]

Are you going to simply wrap the whole thing? We should leave. I can manage with this, at least until we are able to find more suitable help.

[ He turned his head, pressing his lips delicately against Damen's own, before drawing to attempt to stand, getting his taloned feet underneath himself, his good wing tucking automatically to his back. One of his hands pressed against the coil of the other's body, a gentle urging for the other to move some of his shielding bulk from Laurent's way, so that he could start to walk. ]