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Alright, cool. I didn't realize that Synax isn't in the RP. I'll try to not mention her?

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Rooke flexed his shoulder and wings once Synax had healed them. Although still a bit sore they were perfectly fine. His bad eye and side were also healed well. Rooke imagined there was hardly and scar tissue on his shoulder now. He put his wings away when Alek picked him up and put her in her lap. He snuggled into her instinctively as she hugged him. He frowned at the scolding, tears starting to burn at his eyes. "I just wanted to help... I would of been okay if I wasn't so stupid and looked where I was flying... I promise not to do it again," He mumbled, looking down in shame. He nuzzled his face into Alek's chest, hugging her tightly. He listened as she talked to the rest of the group, nodding in understanding.

Rooke was quiet the rest of the time as Tyson slept and Synax rested. When Syn finally had the energy to heal Ty, Rooke got up and sat right next to his older 'brother'. Once Synax was finished healing Tyson Rooke checked his shoulder. There was barely a scar. The sparrow sighed, and sunk back onto his butt, slouching and messing with his shoes. Realizing his clothing was covered in blood Rooke went over to his duffle bag, grabbing a shirt, as well as some pants. They were rather clean, the pants only having a little bit of dirt on them. Glancing at the group he shuffled behind a dumpster, quickly changing his pants first before pulling on his favorite flannel shirt. He walked out into the open as he finished buttoning the shirt, his dirty ripped clothing under his arm.