Ako looked up shakily, red tear-soaked eyes meeting Sharpwit's uneasy look of reassurance with one of despair.
"Sh.. Sharp..." The gryphon whimpers softly. "I... I don't know if I'll ever f..f..fly ag... again.."
In a pointless gesture she tries to move one of her wings, only to be rewarded with blinding pain and the wing bending into an unnatural s shape. Her voice was cut off as she gasped breathlessly at the air, eyes bulging out. She quickly let the wing go limp again in the room's grip, more tears dripping down the sides for her face.
"I... I don't even know... know if I'll be able to fight again... not like I'm used to..."
Her face falls back down against the cot in despair.
"So.. why should I even care about that sword... It's only ever brought me p... pain and suf.. suffering..."