Nova Peak If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet

She felt immediately bad for her reaction. It was minor compared to her usual outbursts, but was no less unwarranted. He was only trying to help. Luckily, Wylla would bounce back from this relatively quickly, at least in the psychological sense. It would take a great deal longer before she adjusted to hunting and operating with her diminished depth perception, but she would. One day.

Leave it to Mahler to return the favour she'd done him when he returned injured. A part of her reared back in protest, but she was too tired to breathe life into it. Without the adrenaline rush and pain, which was slowly fading thanks to Mahler's ministration, exhaustion clutched at her bones and weighed her down. She nodded dumbly, feeling numb and far away as she heeded his suggestion to return to the cave.

She wasn't sure she'd stay awake long enough for food, but she fixed him with one yellow eye, hoping to silently convey the gratitude she'd failed to voice thus far.