It all came crashing down

Wylan shrugged his wings, Not having an answer. Glancing at the Warlord, Bas spoke through gritted teeth. “We'll talk about it later” he informed her. Assuming that settled that, he finished up binding her ribs. He kissed her brow (that's what his mother did when he was injured, and he assumed it a vital part of the healing process) and leaned back. “She'll need to stay awake with her concussion. Do you want me to stay with her?” He asked, looking at Bas again. The Warlord however shook his head. Thanking the little heir before ushering him out the door. Wylan ensured her possum was snuggled up to her before grabbing his polar bear down again, and promptly left. 


Basilisk placed the goggles beside her bed, just out of her reach, and then proceeded to pretend they didn't exist. “What on EARTH were you thinking?” He demanded now that they were alone.