You take in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and finally use your cane to help yourself stand up. The pounding headache from the Roost aside - big battles are terrible things - you're feeling stronger, better, than you have been. The rest did you a world of good.
Grimly, you note that your bottle ought to be full by the time you're done assessing the damage.
It's been a helluva day already.
"I'm going to respect her final request," you say at last. "I don't think I win for daring here. I don't think Silence, and the people who care for her, do either. The talking sword thing is still creepy."
Flitter shrugs. "For you. Personally, if I end up dead and you scoop me up, I'd like to get planted somewhere. Just, like, pack some tree seeds in with me, bury me in fertile ground, call it a life."
Jack folds his arms. Flitter bites her lip and looks up, guiltily.
"How'd Diving Shadow and Larry do?" you ask softly.
"Pretty well. Shadow took a few shots to the wings but she's expected to recover with minimal loss of strength. She was protecting hatchlings. Their parents..."
"It's the way of harpies," Jack's ghost intones. "Their children have numbers instead of names for a reason."
"Yeah, that," Flitter agrees glumly. "Only now she won't give the kids back and Larry's slapped down one mother that tried to get 'em already."
"...I'd better get over there."
"Probably," the pixie agrees. "I need to go ferry medicine anyway. I'll see you around, alright?"
You nod, and move towards the wounded. Natalia's there with Nathan; both have taken off their jackets, rolled up their sleeves, and are working to assist Jewel and Meadows. The losses could have been a lot worse than what you're seeing. With a faint pang, you catch Tatters among the dead. Her young, bedraggled murder perches above the corpses, looking lost and confused.