[Shulk has no idea himself, what the stipulations to healing are, and why his eye has done so poorly compared to his other injuries. But it's a complex organ, maybe it simply takes a bit more time.
Whatever the case, the harpy isn't worried about it, and Crow doesn't pursue it.
He settles down beside Crow, tail feathers fanned out behind him, elbows resting on feathery knees. He'd worry that Crow is cold, if not for the fact the lake water itself is probably freezing, and the mer had just been swimming in it. The air is getting colder too, as the sun dips behind the horizon, and Shulk hunches against the wind.
Frowns at the water lapping at the edge of the lake not too far from them, because from Crow's tone alone, this isn't going to be a happy story, is it? Did Crow need to get something off his chest? Shulk shakes his head.]
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Whatever the case, the harpy isn't worried about it, and Crow doesn't pursue it.
He settles down beside Crow, tail feathers fanned out behind him, elbows resting on feathery knees. He'd worry that Crow is cold, if not for the fact the lake water itself is probably freezing, and the mer had just been swimming in it. The air is getting colder too, as the sun dips behind the horizon, and Shulk hunches against the wind.
Frowns at the water lapping at the edge of the lake not too far from them, because from Crow's tone alone, this isn't going to be a happy story, is it? Did Crow need to get something off his chest? Shulk shakes his head.]
No, I haven't. Why?