The guardian was dead... after so long, they had finished their job.
Sena walked up to him with a big smile on her face. "You're insane, you know that. I never would have expected that you would just climb onto it and rip its wing."
Aether sighed. "I had no other chance, and do any of your men have any bandages? Night hasn't come yet, so I can't heal my wounds."
Sena nodded, lifting her arm in the air, as one of the men threw some bandages at her, but he missed, hitting her in the face. She turned to him, a deep frown on her face, but she didn't do anything; after all, she knew he hadn't wanted that to happen.
Getting the bandages from the ground, she turned to Aether. "I'll wrap you up, so sit down."
"If you say so." He said, slowly lowering himself down, watching as Fate started to bandage his shoulder.
"What are you going to do about him?" Sena asked.
