Helian took a shaky breath as she began the slow, methodical process of carefully pulling out the glass. She lightly closed her teeth over the largest piece of glass as though it were a delicate china doll, and she slowly pulled it out, slightly wincing as she did so. After what seemed like forever, all sorts of pieces of glass stained with threads of red in various areas surrounded the fae like a twisted, bloody masterpiece. She slowly shook her large head and carefully steadied herself onto her paws, having already licked at her cuts to prevent infection. She tossed a glance at Adro.
"I suppose we all can run off into the forest now," Helian said softly, but a small piece of fear was nibbling at her. What if all the years of being locked up in cages had erased their minds of the instincts they needed to survive in the wild? She had always relied on the humans to feed her, even though they rarely did, and the dull metal bars stained with salt had always been her home. Her tail began to tuck itself in between her legs, but she uncoiled it, unwilling to allow her fear to get the best of her. They would be able to make it. She wondered if they would all be going their separate ways now and make enemies of each other, despite the fact that they had become friends during their time in the cages. What if that were to come true? The thought of fighting Naviah to the death seared itself into her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it out of her head. She tossed a worried glance at her friends.
