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This looked a little lonely <3 Hope you don't mind Wallflower joining in

The lonesome tool was looking better. She could proudly say her fur was growing back and the blisters and burns didn't hurt so bad anymore. Now that her body was healing, perhaps her mental health could begin its mending process. The poor thing knew nothing more than war. Compassion, friendship, care - none of what made life worth living had ever been shown to her. Yet she had found Constantine. He had been nice to her, gifted her a place beneath him without thinking of her as a tool. He reminded her, perhaps too much, of Commander William Blair.

The blonde girl scented someone. A young female, just like her and so many others, and Wallflower was feeling rather talkative. She wanted to report her progress to someone, after all. That habit would never die, she thought.