Dropping him at Tezztor's voice, Sam turned. "Ah, nice to see you again, my dear." She smiled, taking Dzas' sword and plunging it through his stomach, ripping him open as he'd done to her. "I warned you." She walked calmly to Tezztor and touched his shoulder gently. "I apologise for my rude behavior but I must protect my comrades, even if they wish I'd leave." She looked at Dzas with a sour expression and walked back to him, hauling him over her shoulders to sit there like a sack of potatoes. "And you try anything, I'll kill you." She hissed, wrapping a thin cord around his arms and legs expertly. "So," she smirked, flinching as the rest of her skin finally stitched together with a huge scar across her chest; "we going home or what?" She stroked the scar thoughtfully and sighed. "How many more, eh?"
Turning to catch Sen's eye, she nodded once, spreading her wings and flying off towards her den to take care of Dzas. As she landed, she went about cleaning up his wounds, licking the more severe ones to heal them, administering what little herbs she knew of that could fade his scars. "More innocent blood was spilt on account of stupidity and assumption. I only wish we could learn to listen to Song and remember why we're alive." Leaving him tied to a strong bar hanging from the ceiling, she returned to watch the rest of the group. "How long till Sunsetter I wonder."