mercy now

Sirius raised a brow as the small healer called him a ‘softie’ he had rescued her from slavers, but there was more to it than that. Deciding not to contradict her, he let her speak. At the least, she had managed to tease a name from the young stranger. There was the soft sound of feathers, and a branch creaking beneath the weight of a bird. He didn’t bother glancing, he didn’t so much as twitch. So accustomed to Marshal settling into branches above him. If it wasn’t Marshal, he knew his companion would be keeping an aerial eye on him regardless.

“These lands belong to no one, Essie. My healer has been gathering what she needs from this land. We will be heading back soon. Are you lost? I know these lands well, if you would like me to lead you back somewhere.” He didn’t feel quite right leaving young girl out in herself with the way the world was these days.

- Skip Lia, just imagine she's standing quietly by the Warlord -

"Sirius Fatalis"