Redhawk Caldera Guy's got magic cards. And magic hands.

She shifted her body, wincing against the stiffness and festering wounds that lined her back and shoulder and neck. Airi wondered how long it would take for her to heal, how long she would remain with these people. She didn't like this man. He was whimpering and apologetic for no reason whatsoever. If there were more people like him here, she didn't want to stay.

She could not understand why this boy was so sad for her. Her life hadn't been so terrible as to warrant that reaction, she thought. Did people have it worse than her? She figured so. But Airi never felt sorry for herself, not matter the situation. I'll see, She barely knew this pack or its people, and had no such interest in them. They needed more things to keep her here.