Hey all, SquiddlyDiddly here.

I'm as surprised as you all that I'm still alive! For those that follow some of my other fics, I apologize if it seemed like they were dead. I will go back to them at some point, I'm just trying to get out of my writing funk by taking ideas that pop up in my head and writing them down.

This was one of those ideas. I was really enjoying writing down this chapter after getting a general outline done, so if you would want to see more then let me know with a review.

I haven't written anything this long in a while, so hopefully I've still got it, haha.

On Wings of Silver

There was a piercing cry that came from the Fell Dragon beneath her feet as Robin let off one last Thoron, the beam of pure, destructive lightning hitting her counterpart square in the chest. The force behind the attack made them wail out in pain, pushing them back a few feet, and although they were still standing, their exhaustion was obvious.

Robin let out a deep breath, groaning as she shut the tome, though she found no relief when the air around them was filled with such oppressive hate. She looked around at all of her companions, each of them battered and exhausted to the point of nearly collapsing. But, they were alive. Somehow, miraculously, her final plan had managed to pull them all through.

Robin's gaze drifted over to Chrom as he slowly steadied himself with the help of Falchion. It was not as easy as it looked, fighting on the back of a constantly moving evil dragon, but somehow he made it look almost effortless. With a grunt, he pulled his sword out of the back of Grima, glaring at the avatar before them with as much hatred that he could muster. With her counterpart soundly weakened, it was time for him to deliver the final blow and seal this primal evil away for another one thousand years. With one strike, he could end this conflict, and they could all finally rest.

But Robin had remembered Naga's words. That there was another way.

Which is why, as she stared up at Chrom, her entire body going numb as she started to fade away, she had no regrets.

Her friends would be able to live in a world free of that monster, and even if she never got to see it, she was happy to give her life so they could enjoy theirs.

Robin awoke with a soft gasp.

The first thing to greet her was a swirl of dark clouds above her, cold air rushing to fill her lungs and the wind stinging the tips of her eyes. Her hot breaths slowly wafted into the sky as she simply stared, not sure what in Naga's name was even happening.

'Am I… dead?'

The snow that was coming down started to settle on her prone form as she lay there, thinking while she enjoyed the feeling of the cool, crisp air flowing through her body. She tried to recall what had just happened to her… the battle with Aversa before they began their final assault on Grima, the long, intense battle upon the Fell Dragon's back, battling her own corrupted counterpart, and finally… heeding Naga's words before pushing Chrom out of the way and delivering the final blow herself.

'I'm sorry, Chrom,' She thought to herself as she sighed and closed her eyes for a bit, remembering how frantic and hurt he looked while she faded into nothingness. 'But I couldn't let that monster rise again someday.'

For a moment she just lay there, enjoying the feeling of the powdery snow against her skin and the cool breeze gently caressing her entire body. If this truly was the afterlife, then she supposed she could get used to it.

That's when a thought hit her.

"If I'm dead…" She muttered to herself, trying to ignore how strange her mouth felt when she talked. "Then how can I still feel… everything?" If her body had faded away after delivering the final blow to Grima, then she shouldn't be able to feel the snow starting to pile up on her body, or the slight sting of the injuries that she had accumulated during the fight with Grima.

With that thought, she slowly began to sit up, grunting a bit as the slight gash she had gotten from a sword to her side flared with pain at being moved. Her heart hammered in her chest as she glanced around the landscape before her, taking in the deep white, snowy hills, a few trees scattered here and there, and some rocks jutting out of the ground. It almost reminded her of Regna Ferox.

"... Naga was right…" She slowly muttered as her eyes took it all in, tears starting to pool in the corner of her eyes as she realized what was happening. "I… I'm alive."

A choked laugh escaped her mouth as her tears rolled down her face, unable to hide her blissful smile. Robin was alive. Her body trembled as she breathed in deeply, relishing how the air carried no smell of death or war. When she made up her mind that she was going to be the one to kill the Fell Dragon, she had accepted the fact that she was going to die and she might not come back. Sure, Naga had told her that there was a chance, if her bond with the Shepherds was enough… But given the fact that she had never married like many of her friends, Robin had assumed that she was just going to die.

But despite all odds, she was here.

It took a moment for Robin to compose herself, letting her tears dry away as she took deep breaths to steady her raging heart. 'The mark…' She thought to herself suddenly, remembering the emblem on the back of her hand. 'Is the mark still there?'

For the first time since waking up, Robin glanced down, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight. The good news was that the mark of Grima was gone. The bad news was that she wasn't looking at a pair of hands at the moment.

She had wings.

Robin was stunned into silence as she slowly inspected the pair of white-feathered wings in front of her face, her mind running a mile a minute. She almost couldn't believe her eyes as those wings responded to whatever commands she gave her would-be hands, curling her fingers and watching as the flat, feather-like appendages at the tip of her wings responded in kind.

She glanced a little further down and saw the white and black feathers coating her torso, rising and falling in tune with her slightly frantic breaths, leading down to her legs which had been turned into a pair of talons, slightly buried in the snow.

"How–" Robin began before she almost choked on her breath, realizing now that the strange object she had been seeing at the bottom of her vision was a beak. Her beak. "How is this even possible..?" She muttered as she ran a wing over the side of her face, feeling the pillowy feathers that now coated her entire form, and the cool hardness of her new beak.

Subconsciously, Robin began to stand, wobbling a bit as she tried to balance herself in the snow on these foreign talons she now had. Naga had never mentioned something like this. Her gaze was starting to grow curious as she raked over her new form, looking behind her to find that she, indeed, had tailfeathers as well, though they were mostly covered by her coat.

Her coat! Robin let out a sigh of relief as she realized that she still had her coat on, looking no worse for wear besides a couple of places where the blades of Grima's army had slashed her. Strangely enough, however, it seemed to be altered just a tad to compensate for her new body, the sleeves shortened down to almost nothing so her new wings could breathe. "How strange…" She muttered as she gently patted herself down, still getting used to the fact that she was speaking out of a beak. Unfortunately, it seemed that the extent of Naga's kindness was giving her a second chance at life, and not arming herself with something to protect herself.

'I'll have to see if I can buy or make some more tomes at some point…' Robin thought with a huff as she smoothed the fabric down, feeling extremely vulnerable without her trusty Thoron on her hip. Her first order of business was trying to find any form of shelter, though with the storm that was easier said than done. Inwardly she hoped that she would be able to see anything in this dark, snowy night she found herself in as she glanced around, but if anything it felt like her vision was worse than normal.

"Well," Robin muttered as she shook herself, the chill from the storm starting to get to her, but not as bad as it should have. Perhaps her new feathers were insulated? "Nowhere to go but forward…"

With that, Robin slowly began to trek forward through the snow… or she would have, if she didn't almost fall face first into the floor after trying to take one step. She let out a sharp squawk of surprise, quickly catching herself as she stood there completely still. "That's not a noise I ever thought I'd make," She said with slight embarrassment, not noticing her feathers ruffling a bit as she dusted herself off. "Right… new body, got to find my balance."

Slowly but surely, Robin steadied herself as she plodded through the deep snow, eventually finding a decent rhythm that allowed her to focus less on trying to learn how to walk and more on her own swirling thoughts.

She was honestly still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she had survived her encounter with Grima, albeit a bit… changed. Sacrificing herself so the Fell Dragon could die was the hardest decision that she had ever made in her life, something that kept her awake deep into several nights as she mulled over what she should do. And as Ylisse's top tactician, she hated not knowing what to do.

But she realized somewhere down the line that deep down, she knew what she had to do. She had always known… she just hadn't come to accept it yet. Which is why…

Robin let out a deep sigh as she trudged along, a soft frown curving down her beak. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, Chrom… I knew you'd never let me do it."

She continued to walk for a good half hour or so in silence, pulling her coat together with her wings to try and preserve warmth. At this point she was sure that her feathers were protecting her from the cold somewhat, but she could still feel the chill down to her bones as the snow fell down on top of her. She hoped that there would be a Feroxian inn somewhere nearby, or at least a cave of some sort where she could set up a fire.

Unfortunately for her, this is where her thoughts were interrupted.

Robin abruptly stopped when she heard something rise up from the snow behind her, the breath in her throat catching as visions of Risen wielding cruel axes and rusty swords filled her mind. 'No, it can't be Risen… Grima is dead, nobody should be able to make them.' But there was a lingering doubt in her mind that terrified her.

Slowly, the tactician turned, until what had appeared behind her was in view. Luckily for her, it wasn't Risen. Unluckily for her, however… it seemed just as bad.

She was unable to stop a sharp gasp from escaping her throat as she stared at the pair of living skeletons standing before her. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, with large, bulbous skulls, a horn poking out of the top of their head, long, lanky arms, and glowing yellow eyes that stared through her very soul with pure malice.

They were, in a word, terrifying. And it was only when they growled demonically and started nocking an arrow in the crude bows they carried she realized she was in grave danger.

With a yell of shock and terror, Robin quickly scrambled to her talons just as an arrow shot past where her head had been, burying itself into the powdery snow. It almost made her freeze up, being literally inches away from death, but she quickly steeled herself and ran as fast as she could through the deep snow, cringing as the snowflakes buffeted her entire face.

The run was awkward and clumsy, as she was still not used to having talons instead of feet, and the fresh snow didn't make it any easier. There were a couple heart-stopping moments where she thought she was going to fall, but thankfully she was able to right herself before she collapsed. Her heart pounded and her chest rose and fell rapidly with each heavy breath, another arrow shooting mere inches from the side of her head and falling in front of her. The gash on her side that was still there from the battle on Grima's back was starting to protest with pain, but she couldn't stop for a moment or else she was–

There was a sharp crack as something heavy collided with Robin's side.

"AGH!" She cried out as she was flung through the air like a doll, landing heavily a few feet away in the snow. Every thought that had been swimming through her head had come to a complete halt just from the force of the blow, leaving her disoriented as she slowly rolled over onto her back, her entire body screaming with pain with every breath.

"Wh… What… Gah…" She barely managed to pant out, looking down to where she was hammered. Her wing was bloodied and mangled, almost definitely broken, and she could barely feel it at all besides the pain. Her torso wasn't faring much better, the gash from before looking much worse for wear and pouring blood onto the snow below her, her cracked ribs shooting a wave of pain up her entire form everytime she inhaled. Her face contorted into a grimace as she took in the damage, everything almost feeling more painful now that she was less frazzled from the hit.

"What was…" She started muttering before an absolutely massive skeleton slowly came into view, standing over her with a huge, bloodied club. It was easily twice the size of those smaller skeletons that were shooting arrows at her from before, which were now starting to circle around her as the giant one stared down at her body. Its eyes reminded her too much of the Risen from back home.

As she looked up at her inevitable demise, Robin couldn't help but laugh bitterly. 'So much for a second chance at life…'

The skeleton raised its club once more.

'I'm sorry Chrom… I hope you'll forgive me for dying so carelessly…'

Nights in Rito Village were almost always as one would expect; beautiful, and calm. The Tabantha region in general was known for its natural beauty, but from the village one could get some of the best sights in all of the kingdom. As the sun set over the horizon, the chill of the region would begin to set in, and most Ritos would start to get settled in for the night.

Tonight was no different. The village was quiet, most Ritos already at home with their family or loved ones by now, the couple travelers that managed to make it up here despite the cold bundled up in the inn for the day. It would seem that all of the villagers were home and accounted for… All except one Revali, who was still hard at work at the flight range, putting the finishing touches on the polish for his bow.

The navy feathered Rito sighed softly as he gently wiped a cloth over the tip of the Great Eagle Bow, his scrutinizing eyes looking for any blemishes at all before nodding in approval, silently admiring the craftsmanship of his bow for a moment as the light from the fire bounced off of the painted wood.

Revali was usually one for showmanship, eager to boast and show off the skills that he had worked hard to perfect his entire life, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the time he got to himself to do as he pleased. Out here at the flight range, no one could pester him or look down on him, it was just him, his bow, and the sound of the wind rushing past his feathers.

His emerald gaze turned out to the roaring updraft of the range as he casually slipped the Great Eagle Bow onto the holster on his back, looking around at the targets that he had shot over and over again for a better part of the day. Each indent into the targets was almost perfectly in the bullseye, a testament to Revali's masterful aim, and yet…

Another sigh from the Rito, this one more frustrated. "Not good enough…" He muttered to himself, tearing his gaze away from the flight range and back to the fire. There was talk going around the land, of monster attacks growing more frequent, whispers of the Yiga Clan, Calamity Ganon… things were growing steadily more dangerous and people were getting worried.

Which is why for Revali, being near perfect wasn't enough. He was the greatest archer the Rito had seen in generations, inventor of his own special technique that allowed him to create an updraft at will (even if it wasn't perfect yet), and few could ever hope to keep up with him once his wings were in the air. If he couldn't protect his people from the threat of danger, then who could?

He let his own thoughts stew for a moment, gaze never leaving the flames dancing in the fire pit, before breaking himself out of his own stupor with a huff as he slowly stood, reaching over for the pail of water next to him and dumping it over the fire. The heat from the flames left in a hurry, until all that was left was the cool chill of Tabantha's nighttime air.

He slowly turned to leave, ready to head back to his roost so he could be fully rested and prepared for another busy day of being the pride of the Rito.

That is, until he heard a scream pierce the cool stillness of the air.

Revali's eyes widened considerably and he froze, his head twisting to where he heard the sound from, just over the cliff leading into the snowy mountains of the Hebra region. He almost wondered if he had imagined it, but he quickly shook off the notion. It sounded far too real for it to be a figment of his imagination, but all of the Rito knew to avoid the mountain during its storm season as the leaves on the trees in the village turned from green to brown.

Revali nearly smacked himself as he quickly sprung into action, running out to the pier that overlooked the flight range. What was he doing, standing there like a dumbfounded hatchling when he should be the first to do something? "Damn it all!" He growled out to himself as he swiftly went into a crouch, eyes closing in concentration with his wings spread out near the floor below him.

Then, with just one swift flap of his wings, a roaring whirlwind sprung to life around him, nearly lifting him off the ground just from the power of it alone. He waited just a moment before fully spreading his wings and launching himself upwards, using the eye of the whirlwind to carry himself safely upwards. This was a lot easier said than done, grunting as the wind buffeted him and nearly tossed him out a couple of times, but he knew he couldn't afford to fail this now, not when someone from the village could very well be in danger.

The gale swiftly carried Revali up to a high vantage point, until the Hebra mountains finally came into view. He grimaced at the snowstorm he would have to fly through but quickly steeled himself as he shot forward, his eyes scanning over the ground as he flew forward.

The snow started at a trickle as he got closer, but it was soon coming down hard, severely limiting his vision even further when combined with how dark it was. Whoever it was that he heard out here, they were going to get a severe earful for being caught out in a snowstorm in the most dangerous part of the region.

Thankfully, he wouldn't have to look far to find who he had heard, as his eyes quickly locked onto the form of a bloodied Rito on the snowy ground. a Stalmoblin was standing above them, club in hand, and a couple of Stalkoblins were standing to the side with the most crude excuses for bows he had ever seen. Revali grimaced at the sight, urging his wings to pump faster as he zoomed through the night sky.

He watched as the Stalmoblin slowly raised its club high into the air, the Rito below deathly still. "Oh no, you don't!" He cried as he sprung into action, quickly transitioning his flight into a smooth back flip that knocked the Great Eagle Bow off of his back and into the grip of his wings. Within seconds he had nocked three arrows into the bow and had them aimed directly at the skulls of all three skeletons as he descended.

It wasn't a moment later that he let the arrows fly, watching with satisfaction as they embedded themselves into their skulls with a crack. The Stalmoblin and Stalkoblins froze as the arrows hit true, before the erie energy left their eyes and they crumpled into nothing but a mere pile of dusty bones.

Revali chuffed as he watched them collapse into the snow. "That was hardly even a challenge," He said to himself before quickly diving towards the Rito they had been standing over.

His talons landed softly on the snow as he touched down to the ground, grimacing deeply at the sight of the battered Rito in front of him. It was a female Rito judging from her facial structure, and one of her wings was definitely broken, blood soaking her feathers and the snow below her. There was also a gaping wound on her side that was coating the ground and her strange coat with even more of her blood. It looked like the Stalmoblin had gotten a very good shot on her.

What was strange about this Rito, however, was that Revali had never seen her before. With how tight knit the village was, there wasn't a single Rito he didn't know by name, so it was extremely rare that they ever saw another Rito that wasn't affiliated with the village, especially one with such… strange coloration. He'd never seen one with feathers as pure silvery-white as hers.

However, he would have time to wonder where this strange Rito was from when she was safe. He quickly made his way over, starting to get worried since he hadn't seen any movement at all from her this whole time. "Hey," He snapped one of his wings right in front of her beak, sighing a bit worriedly at the lack of reaction. "You'd better not be dead…"

There was a moment of silence before the Rito slowly opened her eyes, her chest slowly rising and falling with uneven breaths. Revali couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief, some tension leaving his shoulders. Thank the Goddess he hadn't been too late.

The Rito seemed heavily disoriented, most likely from how hard she had been hit as she glanced over to him. "... Am I dead?"

Revali bristled when she said that, huffing softly as he kneeled down to start picking her up off the snow. "You will be if we don't hurry back!" He said, refraining from mentioning how idiotic it was to be out in the Hebra mountains alone at night… for now.

He tried to ignore the pained gasps and groans from the Rito as he very slowly and cautiously hauled her body up into a position where he could sling her over his back, making sure his bow wasn't disturbing her wounds at all while he held her good wing.

"Hold on tight," Revali said as he glanced back at her. "And for the Goddess' sake do not even think about falling asleep!"

The Rito has the gall to chuckle softly at this, her labored breathing ruffling the feathers on the back of his neck. "Kind of hard to even think about sleeping when… gah… everything hurts..!" She said between breaths, using her good wing to grab hold of Revali's shoulder pads like a handle.

He grimaced to himself at her current state as he went down into a crouch before slowly taking off into the snowy air, making sure to stay as even as he possibly could with his new passenger hanging onto his back.

The snow started to wane as they got closer to the edge of the Hebra mountains, until finally Revali could see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds again, giving his eyes some light to work with. With Rito Village in sight, he picked up the pace just a bit, needing to get to the Apothecary as soon as he could.

Revali had no way of knowing this, but as the village came into view, Robin could've sworn she felt her heart drop into her stomach, forgetting the pain for just a moment.

This was not Ylisse.

Revali soon touched down gracefully, his talons scraping against the wood on the landing. The Rito on his back grunted from the sudden stop in motion as she tried to steady herself on the ground, using Revali as support. He held onto her good wing and lightly held onto her waist as he supported her, not caring that he was getting blood all over his feathers and clothing at the moment.

Once he was sure that she wouldn't fall over, Revali started to slowly walk with her in tow, making sure to keep her balanced. "How are you doing?" He asks her, looking over as she lightly grimaced with each step.

His brow furrowed just a bit when he noticed the strange, distant look in her eyes as she let Revali guide her down the steps of the village, as if she were deep in thought about something. It took her a moment to realize that he was talking to her, blinking away her unfocused gaze before she glanced over. "I… I'm fine, considering the…" Another pained scowl which she covered up with a light smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "The circumstances."

Revali frowned, knowing she was lying through her beak. "Maybe this is a lesson in not doing something as asinine as going to the Hebra mountains, alone, during a snowstorm."

There was another beat before she responded, her tired eyes shining with gratefulness. "Either way, I am… In your debt. Thank you, mister…" She trailed off as she glanced pointedly at him.

"… Revali," He answered after a moment, a bit taken aback by her thankfulness. Of course, he quickly got a hold of himself, feathers ruffling just a tad. "And you'd do well to remember the name of the most skilled archer and flier of all the Rito."

Her response to this was a soft chuckle, which slowly turned into a dry cough before she cleared her throat. "I'll certainly try my best, Revali. My name is Robin."

It took a lot of willpower from Revali to not sputter when she said that. 'Robin? What self respecting Rito names a hatchling after a bird?' He thought to himself incredulously. Whoever her parents were either did not like her or had a sick sense of humor.

Their talking lulled as the Apothecary finally came into view not a moment later, a roost with a sign of a potion hanging over the entrance. Inside, a pink and white feathered Rito was hard at work, cleaning off one of the wooden counters where the tonics and medicine sat.

Revali silently thanked the Goddess that she was still up and about at this hour. "TAYLA! It's an emergency!" He called out to her, Robin jump a bit under his wing.

Tayla quickly perked up at having her name called, putting the rag down in a hurry and peeking out the doorway. "Revali? Is that y–" Her sentence was cut off by a sharp gasp as she turned and saw the two of them. She quickly ran over, her eyes filled with worry at the sight of the blood coating Robin's wing. "What in Hylia's name happened to you two?!"

"What happened doesn't matter," Revali said with a huff, gesturing over to Robin. "What does matter is that she needs medical attention now."

Tayla nodded quickly in agreement. "Right, bring her in and I'll get a quick tonic ready." She said, scrambling back into the Apothecary, quickly getting things set up for a new patient. Blinds were rolled down over the openings in the walls, and a fresh hammock was hung up.

The silver feathered Rito grunted lightly in pain as Revali guided her into the roost and let her sit down onto a chair, and it was obvious that she was glad to get off of her talons. A deep sigh left her beak as she sunk into the wood, before Tayla walked over with a bottle filled with a bright pink icor. A Fairy Tonic. "Here, drink this while I take a closer look."

"Don't have to tell me twice…" She huffed softly as she took the bottle with her good wing, though for some reason she paused before she drank it. Slowly, Robin brought the bottle up to her beak, carefully making sure the top was positioned near the tip of her beak before throwing her head back to chug, grimacing a bit as some of the acrid elixir dripped down her neck. She shook herself as the last of the tonic went down, the taste sticking to her tongue. "Gods, that was… unpleasant,"

Revali sighed as he leaned against the side of the roost with his wings crossed over his chest, the reality of just how exhausted he was hitting him full force now that the excitement was winding down. A full day of training and practicing his Gale, saving Robin from that band of monsters and carting her all the way back here, it was no wonder he was fatigued.

Though, of course, it was worth it. He couldn't bear the thought of letting another Rito die when he could have done something, not when he has the ability to make a difference. If he had been just a minute too late, then…

He suppressed a shiver as he imagined the sight he would've come upon. He was very glad it hadn't come to that.

"What exactly happened to cause a break like this?"

Revali glanced up at Tayla's question, watching her gently wipe away the blood on her patient's wing with a wet cloth.

Robin grimaced as the cloth wiped over her broken wing, looking like she was trying her hardest to ignore the waves of pain. "I got clubbed by this… massive skeleton. Tried making it through the snow but it caught me off guard." It seemed like the elixir she drank was already working, since her voice sounded much steadier.

Tayla hummed at this before looking over to Revali, a questioning look in her eye. "Where did you find her, anyway?"

"Hebra," He responded, nodding towards the mountain range in the distance. "A Stalmoblin and a couple Stalkoblins got the jump on her from how it looked."

Tayla nodded gravely, setting the cloth aside once she was satisfied that it was mostly clean. "I'm glad you were in the area, then. This could've turned out much worse." She turned to Robin after she said this. "Your wing is definitely broken, though you're lucky it's just a break and you're not dead. I don't know why you were even close enough to a Stalmoblin of all things for this to happen, but next time, please just fly away."

There was a pause as Robin glanced down at her good wing, the feathers fanning out a bit as if she was just realizing that she could've flown away. "Yes, I… understand," She said with a small nod.

Tayla sighed and shook her head. "At least you're not as reckless as Revali…" She muttered.

Revali quickly sputtered with indignation when she said this, nearly forgetting his previous exhaustion as his feathers ruffled around his neck. "Excuse me? I am nothing of the sort!"

The apothecary leveled a flat stare at him, the hint of a smirk on her beak. "Next time you're in here battered and bruised from practicing that 'special move' you've been raving about, try telling me that again."

He opened his beak to retort, before letting out a chuff with a small grumble. He was not reckless, he simply took a few more risks and pushed himself much harder than the average Rito. If that's what it took to be the best, then so be it!

Tayla shook her head teasingly. "You weren't injured from the confrontation too, were you?" She asked as she moved on from Robin's wing down to her torso, her brow furrowing a bit as she noticed that her coat didn't have a single tear in it, but lifting it slightly revealed a gash from what must have been a blade of some kind, dried blood covering her under-tunic and inner coat. She could also see some pretty nasty looking bruising, which most likely meant she had a cracked rib or two.

Revali's smirk quickly returned when she asked that, barking out a short laugh. "As if I'd ever let those dusty bones touch a feather on my head."

"Good, that means I can tell you to go get some rest!" The apothecary said as she let go of Robin's coat, reaching over to grab a roll of bandages. "You look exhausted! I can take care of… I'm sorry, I never got your name."

The silver feathered Rito smiled softly. "It's Robin." She said, before crying out a bit as Tayla suddenly took a hold of her wing and set the bone back into a more natural place. "A-Ah… ow… maybe a bit of a warning?"

Tayla looked up at her apologetically. "I'm sorry, couldn't have you tense up beforehand. But yes, I can take care of Robin while you rest, don't you worry." She said over to Revali as she started to slowly wrap the gauze around Robin's wing.

Revali couldn't find it in himself to protest at that, sighing softly and nodding in agreement. He has had enough excitement for today, and all he could think about was a nice, relaxing bath to wash the blood off of his feathers and clothes. "I'll leave you to it, then." He picked himself up off of the wall, bow rattling on his back as he made his way out.

"Revali?"

He froze in the doorway, looking back at Robin. "Yes, what's the matter?"

She gave him a warm smile. "Thank you, again. Really."

He paused before nodding curtly. "You're welcome."

Honestly, I think I wrote this more as an excuse to write about Revali, cause damn I am deeply smitten by this arrogant bird boy.

Thank you for reading if you made it this far. If you want me to keep this going then let me know what you think! Any thoughts or criticism is more than welcome, it's the reason I write after all!