Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

It was her logical, thought-out thinking that had allowed the crash to happen. Her brain calculated nearly everything, but it was as if she was frozen in time whenever she did. Only with the smell of blood or pride deeply shoved into her nostrils could she not think. The impact, at first, barely managed to make her feel the joyful feeling of pain but as he untangled his limbs with hers did it hurt her. Nothing broken, but a bruise would definitely be bugging her for a day or two. She sighed, looking up and excepting to see a simply stone-faced Atshen as always. But, no. He expressed emotions that Nyx didn't know her brother possessed, as if the danger of his little sister had somehow given his brain a kick in the nuts to make it start working normally again. She blinked a few times, feeling slightly as if she had chased her tail for a bit too long.

I am fine - I may look frail compared to you, but I am tougher than I appear... She tried to suss him, as if she was not feeling a slight throbbing in her shoulder.