Marshal looked up at her approach, beady eyes on her as he failed to lift into the air after his masters target. Once she got closer, he did side step a little, putting Io between himself and Sirius. The intent was clear, ‘I'm not getting the rocks, but you're dealing with the fallout;
Bast didn’t go far before she took a seat, also looking after Io. it seemed both the animals were looking to the Vipres to deal with the grumpy bastard.
Sirius stood being ignored for only so long before he lifted his head and met Io’s disappointed stare, he growled, before leaning back with a frustrated sigh. “Get me out of this damn cast” he growled at her, but his tone was a little more meek than what he had used on his companions. “Or go join Zee in seclusion, have a little hate-Sirius-the-Bastard party” he grumbled unhappily, before knocking his head back to the ground with an angry sigh. He hated feeling like an invalid. He hated having distance between himself and Zee, hated that she might leave him for the way his moral compass pointed at a different north.
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