Say Something... Please

She was conscious here and there as the trio made their trek back to the Armada. It was hard not to wake up when being jostled about so. She'd lost a lot of blood. The wounds in her shoulder were jagged tears that would need to be stitched. She didn't know who was healing her, but they had a lot of work ahead of them.

As Meadow began working on her, Aslas lashes fluttered. She released a groan, mumbled something unintelligible and cracked her purple eyes. She saw the blurry form of the healer but her first clear thought was, "did anyone tell my dad?" Then she was drifting off again, eyes closing.

Sirius would have to be told about her injury. She didn't want Naiche to get in trouble. Plus she wanted to brag about how she'd saved his life despite suffering a harrowing injury. Smug little jerk that she was.