let him rouse the angel's might

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he gave a small frown, but it was tempered with a mild affection and relief that she seemed to be recouping her normal attitude. extending a paw, he prodded her gently, a more serious expression settling upon his face. did some form of sorrow befall you, finley? the man inquired gently.

he did not need to know the details; he needed only to know that the redhawk female was now stable, and would not attempt to pursue her death again. truly, he was loathe to let her return home even when her body had mended without extracting such a promise.