Touchy Subject

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 Ako winces with Atoc's rather blunt question, a twinge of pain going through her wings. She stumbles to a stop, looking at Hua with a hint of pleading in her eyes. 

"Hualpa... could you do that thing now...? I can't... can't stand this..." 

The injured swordsgryphon gestures at her wing-slings, turning enough so the llama mare can reach them. Ako glances at Atoc,her drooping slightly. 

"Atoc, I got a lot of bones shattered in my wings... enough that they were so damaged that it would be a miracle to put them back together..." 

She sighs, closing her eyes. 

"The medical staff said I had only a 20% chance to be able to fly like I used to... and anything less than that..." 

The warbird looks like she's barely staving off depression, loosing some of what makes her, well, her.