Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

Same... Same to you. Grackle wheezed, her body half-slumped across the ground. A brief pause, then, Stop, her voice wavered slightly as she continued: Stop breathing so fast. It was unclear who this was directed towards. She coughed, completing the sentence by spitting a large mouthful of blood onto the once-green grass.

Let your lungs fill up and hold it. There. Breathe in, wait, and breathe out. The air flowed more easily now, and the shaking began to subside.

Grackle turned her attention to her injuries, finding they weren't as severe as expected. Still, it was certain to hurt in the morning, and her coat was ruined. She gave her side a few licks but promptly gave up after making no noticeable dent in the splatter.

With some effort, she turned her head back to the stranger, eyeing him once more. He seemed relatively unhurt, although it was hard to discern amid the gore.