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actually, the more that he looked at her, the more indignant lestan became! "we know they hurt you," he said briskly, eyeing the woman who had materialized out of nowhere. she smelled faintly of the men but he did not think she was affiliated, having not scented her until this moment.
lestan's brow pulled in harshly. he turned to the stranger. "d-did you see how big that one was!" he pointed a theatrical paw at the wound in the girl's chest. "she is a — a! — well! she isn't nearly as strong!"
his tail lashed in anger. "i'm not a healer. so i will sit over here." and so lestan did, moving out of the way and sitting down with a righteous glare upon his face.