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For @Gannet! I have no idea where this would fall timeline wise so let's just say it's sometime after they get back from the Vaati/Titmouse thread >_>

It seemed every major wound she tended to was an escalation of the previous. First Terance's gashes from the bear, then Rannoch's near life-threatening neck wound and now, a broken leg. Granted, it was from her own doing, and now that Lyra had had time to dwell on it, she scolded herself for losing control like that. Not that she regretted snapping the boy's leg as his temporary disability gave them a chance to interrogate him, she just wished she wasn't in charge of healing him up again. She had no idea what she was doing.

At least her patient was easy on the eyes.

Just like her previous wards, Lyra force fed them the leaves of those golden flowers for the first few days until they were conscious enough to hold a conversation. How to mend a bone, however, had her at a loss. She had let Gannet know to keep it as still as he could and to not put weight on it, but that was as far as her knowledge went. Yet, this was still all his fault, really. If he hadn't tried to protect Galaxy's killer, then he wouldn't have had a broken leg in the first place. If it healed crooked and he was cursed with a limp for the rest of his days, so be it.

It was a sunny but bitterly cold afternoon and Lyra made one last round to check on Gannet, her features stony as they usually were when around him. She was taking care of him, at the will of Hydra, but she wasn't happy about it.
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On some level, Gannet knew that Hydra and another both came, and that they shared an appearance.  Both had attacked him that day he'd interceded, though at the time he'd wondered if he was maybe hallucinating.  

Hydra was his friend, but Lyra was not disliked by him, so at this moment, he saw no reason to try and distinguish them.  Each time one visited, he assumed it might be Hydra, or it may not, and greeted them with a friendly air.  

"Hey," he greeted her, ignoring the stony set to her features.  He never assumed such manners were against him; if one was upset with him, he always would wait until they inevitably confronted him.  She brought him things that made him feel better, and currently, he trusted enough that she meant him no active harm. This was all he needed from her, really, to like her well enough!
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His greeting could've almost been considered cheery, and it disarmed her for a second before she doubled down on her Hydra-esque demeanour. Her brow set straight, Lyra swept towards him, slightly regretting the fact that she had neglected to bring along the flowers. It gave her an easy out of the conversation; give them a hefty dose and they were out like a light. And dialogue with the Redhawk man wasn't something she was particularly keen on prolonging unnecessarily.

She came to a stop at a distance, testing the air. No rotten smell, so that was a good thing. She gestured to his hind quarters, avoiding his silver gaze. "How's your leg doing?" came her question, unfeeling and clinical.
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Gannet looked down at the offending limb and frowned.  "It hurts," he confessed easily, but didn't give much more detail than that.  It was sorta he constant state of it ever since he'd woken.  

Lucky for Lyra, conversation wasn't really Gannet's forte, because after that he fell silent, watching her instead with interest as she moved about around him.
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Her notched ear splayed to one side at his response, and she had to resist rolling her eyes. Of course it does, you daft idiot. She felt some sort of small sadistic pleasure in having caused him extended pain, even though she was also trying to reduce it. Perhaps she could just wean him off the flowers early; she was confident he could handle it. The less comfortable the Redhawk man was without outright claiming abuse to Hydra or another pack member, the better.

She moved to his side, nose wrinkling as she inspected his leg. She had no idea what signs to look for — bad or good. It looked well enough for all her efforts and guessed that he'd be able to hobble about at least in the next few days. The areas where her fang had pierced flesh were healing, and she sniffed at them cautiously to make sure there were no indication of infection.

When she pulled away, the girl sighed, sparing a quick glance at his boyish face. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry," she said, forcing each word out hesitantly. She wasn't really; she was more sorry for the fact that they just hadn't killed him then and there and now she was stuck with the clean up.
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Her apology came as a surprise, but as she moved closer, he realized this was not Hydra.  The other, then.  He had not expected or desired her words, so he wondered, genuinely curious.  "Why?". Hydra hadn't seemed sorry, so why did she feel the need to apologize?

He understood their actions, much as they sucked for him.  He had not intended them the least bit of harm, flinging himself in their path, but he realized that they did not know this.  He would have to be stupid to attack them again physically on their land, but he had impeded their chase, and another wolf might have been seeking to maim them.  They could not know his intentions any better than he had known theirs.
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(Most thread titles come from Into the Fire from the Scarlet Pimpernel)
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Just as he was surprised by her apology, Lyra was taken aback by his question. She paused, staring blankly at his leg as she desperately willed the universe into retracing its steps, going back in time to before she even said that and she could restart this whole meeting over. No, she wasn't sorry. She was glad she broke his stupid leg. The Redhawks deserved every bad thing that happened to them.

She scowled suddenly, temper flaring, and she looked back to Gannet with renewed fury, deciding honesty was the best policy here. "Because you'll never walk properly again," she stated, matter-of-factly.
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Gannet deflated a bit at her blunt statement; of course he did, how could he not? It wasn't her tone, or the way she said it... it was that he had known it to be a possibility, and had been hoping it wasn't true.

"Yeah," he said, quietly.  "It's ok." It sucked.  But he found the still couldn't be angry with her.  He was still just thankful to still be breathing.

He stared at his feet a minute, then glanced back at her.  "I'm sorry too."  He still did not feel he had done wrong, but he sympathized.  He knew how much losing a sibling hurt first hand.
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While the Redhawk's ears fell and he seemed dismayed, he took the news surprisingly well, falling into a quiet acceptance that was both puzzling and infuriating. She continued staring, blue eyes boring into the top of his head as if she could somehow will him to speak more than two words at a time. She could see how he and Hydra got along, if his physical actions made up for his lack of conversational skills.

When he looked up suddenly, she finally averted her gaze, shifting her weight. Her anger eased a little at his apology, though she still scowled. Damn straight he should be sorry for what he did. Even if they were just two families protecting their own, he didn't witness his younger sibling's murder. He could have, but he didn't.

"What could have possibly possessed him to kill an innocent child?" she said quietly, almost to herself, still avoiding Gannet's silver gaze.
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Was that really the only option they saw? Gannet couldn't understand their diehard need to pin her death on Screech. Yes, his brother had run; but so would most sane wolves at the border of enemy lands, in the presence of one of their dead members.

Would the outcome have been different if he hadn't? Would they have stopped to hear his side? Gannet held a lot of doubt in this; they reminded him of his parents. And had anyone laid a finger on himself or Whip, or even been in the wrong place at the wrong time to assume suspicion, there wound have been no quarter.

He wasn't about to ask them to change that. He just wished they'd stop asking him to change his own mind.

"Sometimes we run," he said quietly, not looking to make her angry, but not about to play into it either. There was a line in opinion, drawn in the sand; them on one side, he on the other. He didn't see this as a cause for problem, since Screech was long gone and the situation done. He hoped eventually they might see it the same.
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(Most thread titles come from Into the Fire from the Scarlet Pimpernel)
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jfc, Lyra's so salty lmfao, wrap this up soon?

Again, there was a silence that Lyra met with twisted features, eyes narrowing as she looked elsewhere, avoiding the sight of the wounded wolf. His reply was equally quiet and vague, and she turned a notched ear to hear it before releasing a soft, angry huff of a sigh. He was infuriating, she decided, and was once again glad she had broken his leg. These Redhawks, when they weren't murdering her family, seemingly enjoyed being obnoxiously confusing.

Lyra finally looked back to him with a glint of annoyance in her gaze, before standing and giving a gentle shake of her coat. "He is a fool," she said, ever wanting to get the last word in. She was tempted to add in, and so are you, but held her tongue. "It's healing," she said instead, gesturing to his leg, not giving him any sort of timeframe for when he could walk again. She was fine letting him work that out himself. She then gave the boy a moment to speak, though did not hide the fact that she was eager to rid herself of his company.
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((I'll wrap !!))

Gannet remained quiet to that point; truthfully he didn't disagree. Everyone could be an idiot sometimes, and some more than others, but that didn't mean they were automatically condemned. At least not in his eyes, but he'd learned long ago not everyone saw the world the way he did. Not everyone chose to let things go.

Luckily he could let that go too. He didn't have much to say at that, and got the feeling she didn't expect much of a response. But there was one thing he knew he should say. "Thanks." He said it quietly, but it was sincere. She didn't seem happy to be taking care of him in her visits, but she was doing it, and he appreciated that a great deal.
Gannet's face and body are open books; you are more than welcome to distinctly notice any emotion written in his posts.
(Most thread titles come from Into the Fire from the Scarlet Pimpernel)