Blackfeather Woods One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

There was silence. He was tentitavely expecting retrobution for his outburst, but nothing came. Rather there was quiet (more like disquiet for the tension that Titmouse felt within the air), and then she spoke; her voice was almost meek and Tit was a bit stunned as he listened. Yet when the shadow mentioned a healer, he was resistant again - baring his teeth (a flash) before announcing: You want to help me now? Take me home. There's -- my mum, she's a healer. The best, his voice gradually lost its gusto and Tit, without wanting to, began to plead. She can fix me... Just... fuck, just let me go. He wouldn't be able to walk out of here on his own; he could barely keep himself awake for this stupid converstation, but he had to try. If she felt this bad then there was a chance - right?