Bring Out Yer Dead

When Deathbelle arrived, Iolaire smiled and returned the nuzzle of affection. They were best friends, after all. Belle pointed out how much fun they were having and the small healer snorted. "They're going to show off, get hurt, and come to me to clean up the aftermath." Green gold eyes looked out over the battlefield. "They do look like they're enjoying themselves though." That much she could admit. There had never been the tiniest bit of desire to engage in brutal combat. Or any sort of combat outside of the bedroom.

A sneaking form made its way between the two women. Mort wanted a bird's eye view of the battle, no doubt. He politely kissed each of their cheeks, but Io wasn't satisfied. She grabbed her nephew and pulled him into a hug, ruffling his feathers gently and kissing the top of his head. "Of course you can help. Or at least you can stay and watch. We'll tell you'r parents that you're the bandage holder." Io couldn't deny her niece and nephews much. Her childhood had been stolen and she wanted them to enjoy theirs.

All prepped and ready to go, the trio had only to wait for their first patient.