Redhawk Caldera On the mend.

Something about his tone hurt her and pissed her off at the same time. All the work she did and time she spent to help him recover and regain his strength, and all she got in return was dismissive, casual disrespect. Of course, Raven The Tool ought to have been used to it by now. She stopped her movements abruptly, her eyes weighted with a mixture of hurt and ire. Her smile fell away, replaced by a mask of neutrality. She started to reply to him two or three times, but every comment that came to mind was cold and snarky, so she just sat down and said nothing.