@deathwithanangelface
“Ah, really now? And what tipped ya off princess? Was it the cracking sound or the screaming?” Diablo winced as he tried not to move his arm. It was limp, and hanging in a direction that was not at all natural. The break was going to have to have a skilled healer, and one who knew how to deal with those of Death’s realm. “Is Asai the only one who knows how to heal or can you do something other than sit there and look pretty?” Dio’s dark eyes flashed as he growled the words to Ais.
“A pleasant mixture of both.” Aisling replied without missing a beat, offering the dark-haired man a smile that was all teeth, making it a little less than friendly. It was a well-honed skill of the queen’s- feigning pleasantry while also giving off the aura that she wouldn’t hesitate to rip your throat out with her teeth. It was a delicate balance with the queen of war. “There is a distinction between what I can do and what I will do, Diablo, love. Perhaps if you ask nicely I will not only spare your other arm, but maybe even heal the one you injured.”
