The first thing Blanca noticed as she awoke, was the dull, throbing pain from her broken wing.
"Ah!" she hissed, hands grasping the first thing they could find, which just so happened to be Cooro.
She observed her position. no longer was she on her back.
'Apparently' she thought, 'Cooro rolled me onto my stomach during my...slumber,'
She observed further and saw that he had worked furiousily to try to repair her wing. Which was now bandaged and, she noted, hurt much less then it should have. Cooro had heard her gasp, and lifted her head onto his lap.
"Are you okay?" he asked, unshed tears in his eyes, blood from his trembling fingers coating her hair as he, lovingly stroked it. The terrified look on his face nearly broke her heart. She reached up, touching a hand to his cheek, still wet with tears.
Not having enough strength to talk she instead spoke through their link, something Blanca only did with people that she dearly cared for, much to the knowledge of Cooro.
'Yes Cooro. The pain...It is very dull. Thank you. It should be healed soon.'
He seemed startled that she used their link, but didn't question it. He let out a sigh of relief, a few more tears falling from his eyes,
'Glad I could help' He said with a smile.
'Now I ask you,' Blanca looked into his eyes and he dreaded what he knew was coming. 'Are you alright? What is this from?' she gestured to the blood.
'Well..' he hesitated, 'My wounds opened up so half of its mine...the rest is, Fly's'
Realization dawned in her eyes, 'Oh. I see,' a small smile lit up her face and she stared into suprised eyes.
'You're not angry?'
'Im angry, but not at you. At Fly for causing you pain again,' she slowly rolled over and sat up, her head spinning. She stood, Cooro letting her lean on him as a support. "Some of my strength has returned," she whispered and flexed her already healing wing.
Cooro shuddered as she ran her hand down his wings, torn, broken, and matted with his blood. She had never, in this life hated anybody, but seeing the pain in his eyes and his shaking form, caused the rage to build inside her.
"I've had enough," she whispered. "I want to return to how my life was. Before Fly, where no one dared to question me or torment my loved ones." Cooro stared at her, realization slow showing in his widening eyes and growing smile.
She took his hand in hers, her wing now fully healed and led him to the window. She pulled him out into the cool night air and flew high into the clouded sky, dotted with shimmering stars. She pulled him into a tight embrace and, already knowing his answer whispered,
"I would like you to join me."