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[Tharja has seen many things in her strange lifetime, but this device is a new one. However, she instantly deems it useless, and so throws it on the ground - as a result, it turns on during her rant.]

- will pay, oh yes, they will pay... Damn them all...

[As a result of being on the ground, the angle you get of her is a little weird. But she's looking very exhausted and sickly... most likely a result of her ripping off some of those black feathers on her back. You can see them clutched in her hand. Someone should tell her that wasn't a good idea.]

Ugh... There's... there's no way they would have left me behind. Robin would never have let that happen. Walhart... he and his army, they must have...

[She has to lean on a tree now, clutching a book to her chest. She takes a few deep breaths, before pushing off the tree and trying to walk again.]

I'll destroy every single last soldier... I'll turn them into toads... no, I'll make them into rats, and feed them to the cats... I'll... I'll... I'm going to be sick...

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Unknown. It is known that if the wings are damaged then it can lead to one's death.

... I'm not going to die.

[It's more said like OH HELL NO I AM NOT DYING YET OH NO OH NO]

Then do not remove any more feathers.

There is a village of humans further into the trees. Should you wish, you may live there with the others.

[Xzana's not sure she wants someone as grumpy as Tharja living in the woods with her.]

[Cautiously, she looks at Xzana's face.]

And are they 'good' humans?

[For a moment she thinks on that. She's never had much trust in humans as a whole, but during her time in Luceti everyone had been kind to her. Helping her when she had been changed by the Malnosso or hurt.]

Yes. They are good humans.

... Guess I'll have to take what I can get.

[She starts to walk, but then stops. Ugh. UGH. SHE HATES DOING THIS.]

... Thank you.

You are welcome. [She points one long claw towards the village.] It is in that direction.

Don't tell anyone you say me.

[And so starts the slow, slow hobble walk.]

[For a brief moment the predatory instinct and her empty stomach screams out the injury. It's quickly squashed by her better sense.]

Take care on your way to the village. If you were to die there would be few who would be aware.

And even fewer who would care. Don't pity me.

I would not. [Instead, she'd probably eat Tharja. Waste of good meat otherwise.

Xzana will stand still until Tharja moves father away to keep from startling the injured woman as she left. Then she turns to head away from the village and into the woods deeper to continue her hunt.]