hero time? ugh.

If he was dead, he'd at least leave a mimicked corpse. Tora blearily stared across at the dead feline, feeling like its shadow. Not fully grown, he was smaller than the two or three-year-old once-alive-cat. If he had to guess, that's what the cat's age was anyway. The girl was a novice healer at best, scrambling and pushing and having no bedside manner. She placed something on his fur that smelt and stuck to it, and he just let her. The girl also 'hoped' he was still alive.

"Mm."

He managed that at first. His throat was dry from the blood loss. Tora coughed, but nothing came up. "W-Water..." he felt parched and tried to struggle toward the waves he saw around them. Alas, the scent of salt was also clear as he got closer. He grumped to himself. If he drank that, his throat would burn. It would be more trouble than it was worth, not satisfying a thirst. He let himself relax again.

Or as close to relaxing as possible, laying half dead on someone's border.

"he talks"