oh, oh you poor thing.. come here...
[ gently lifting him in her arms ]
maybe we should go back for a bit to let you heal.. it's too dangerous to keep you out here..
[ she said as the familiar pink mist began to form already.. ]
" a..............j ..k...id....d....on..........t.....kn....................ow๐ "
[ He cant even make a full sentence! You could help but notice scratch and bite marks all over his thin body ]
[ He's been beaten, beaten badly . . ]