The Sentinels Whispering words,

pummeled was correct. you both look like shit, lionel thought meanly to himself, though he snickered at sunhawk's bawdiness. the other boy was a good sport despite being banged up to shit. "unfortunately, no," he grunted, wheeling away from the man. "but the best thing is rest. could help you find someplace?"
the offer was for both of them; the mayfair looked at the savage woman again, at her glinting teeth and the fel energy powering her darkened countenance. disinclined to move closer, he looked at sunhawk, waiting for a reply. they might figure it out afterward.