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She smiled gently as he turned and faced her, stammering a reply. That smile would stay, though it would turn sad as he explained. She nodded. "Makes sense." Oh, perhaps it was her place, but she was so proud of Starling. He... learned. Well. As would she; she was determined to never fall apart in a serious situation such as that again.  His eyes were focused on her, and she watched him in turn... though when he softly spoke those words, she broke. She froze first, absolutely frozen, before the words processed. Tears would well in her eyes. "S-she's going to be o-okay?" Utter relief was in her tone as a few of those tears spilled over. She blinked rapidly, in an attempt to stop them any further. She'd step forward, pressing her muzzle into his neck. "Thank you," she murmured into his fur, sniffling as she couldn't stop the tears. They'd drip into his fur as she felt so thankful towards Starling; if it weren't for him, Finch would be dead.

She pulled away when he started speaking again, and she'd look at him with her watery green eyes. She nodded briefly - she would answer, and honestly. Surprise would flicker through her eyes at the question. But then she realized - the thing with Finch. Where Sparrow took control, ignoring Starling's authority and just barreling ahead and making Star feel like shit. Her eyes darkened at the memory. "You," she began, her voice low, "are the best healer I know." She was firm, and there was a hint of anger - clearly not directed at him, though. He'd elaborate, and she felt more than heard the low rumbling growl in her throat at the mention of Sparrow. "Sparrow shouldn't have done what she did. She is a trainee. She is nothing compared to you, Starling. You're the healer. She's... not." It was no mistake that Sparrow's name was growled. "You will one day make lead healer. You are growing as skilled as Harmony. All you're lacking is knowledge in poisons - which you'll learn, I believe in you - and experience. And experience comes with time. Sparrow isn't even qualified as a healer." The little bitch had taken control more times than she ought to and got scotch-free because she was Bass' daughter. And on top of that, she was acting as if she was better than all non-Destructions. Lillianna took a deep breath, eyes closing. Now was not the time to get rage-y. Now was the time for Starling. She released the breath and forced her anger down. When she opened her eyes, there was not so much of the stormy emotion swirling around. "You're the one who saved her, Starling. And... Kakashi, I think his name was, in the meeting. Before I left too, he said you handled it amazingly. He didn't let Sparrow take that from you and make you seem unimportant. He made certain they knew that you saved her." Perhaps, in a way, it sounded shallow to make it sound like 'credit' was important in such a dangerous situation. But in reality, it was. Starling had been used and tossed away, discarded as useless when he was the only reason that Finch was alive. And no one appreciated that. "Even if no one else appreciates you, I do," she'd whisper then, stepping forward again to nuzzle him affectionately. And damnit, she will try her damned best to make certain everyone else does too.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"