“Save it for Possn. You broke her wing.” The pixie pointed to another female huddled in the corner. Tears dripped down her face and her wing was bent at an awkward angle. “All she wanted was to ask when, or if, we would be released. But you swatted her away like a common fly.”
“I thought you were attacking. I was told you had been left hungry, and my arm was sliced open.”
“Despite the tales, we’re not entirely savage,” the female huffed. “We’re quite capable of containing our appetites.”
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