"Black! Are you coming, or should I have someone bring you a bed?"
Veshara was approaching the ship with blood dripping from her fingers. It coated her armor from the neck down, filling the seams between plates, and scraps of flesh clung to the copper scales along her forearms.
A dark shred hung from the hinge of one wing. Beneath her other shoulder, a strip of cloth had been tied over the harpoon wound, its original color thoroughly lost among the remains of her enemies.
He raised a palm toward her.
"Hmm?"
Her golden eyes followed his hand with curiosity, her brows lifting just as he spoke.
"[Water Jet]."
Water struck her face and swept down over her armor, washing bloody scraps onto the paving. A startled splutter escaped her while the stream plastered her hair against her cheeks and poured from the edges of her wings.
"Pfh!"
