I walk over to the spot where you landed, a few of my guards escorting me. i hope this angel doesn't think i'm gonna eat them- i hate it when they assume I'm some sort of cannibal. i reach you and crouch down, examining your wings, which appear to be broken. hm.. you got pretty damn lucky- i'm surprised you didn't get killed actually.. can you get up, or should my guards drag you?
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