Phoenix Maplewood Just makin it worse

There was nothing he could do, the damage Esaro had caused had already been inflicted. Unfortunately, in life— there were no takesies-backsies. The treaty Esaro had broken would remain broken; Reek knew his lead would come under question. Tavi may have twitched with anger, but Reek remained perfectly stiil and allowed himself to stew bitterly in silece, that is, until Esaro shut his mouth. "You will do nothing," chided Reek. "You've done enough damage."

Reek would not treat his wounds; Esaro would need to find another healer— one who found sympathy easier. In the moment, he was fart to angry and his modus operandi would have more than likely hurt the boy more than it helped. "Go find Spring," he commanded. Before Reek's lips could curl back in angry snarl, he dissmissed the boy with a flick of his head.

A tired sigh passed Reek's lips. He shot a glance to Tavi and shook his head as if to say; what the hell is this kid's problem.