Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

she was stubborn, this one, with a heart that had not intended to thieve their caches. he frowned a long moment. insistent she would not die even as blood oozed beneath the makeshift bandage.
brows knit, then smoothed. "you vill come back to diaspora vith me, as my patient." it would not be prudent of him to leave zarya. 
it would not be necessary to explain why she was within his ranks.