There lute laid in front of Alastor with an arrow jabbed into her wing. The extermination has been over for weeks but Lute was left behind due to not being able to fly off. Her thick gold blood spewed out of her as it dripped off the tip of her wings. Groaning in pain as she propped herself up with her arms. She was clearly in no condition to fight for herself.
"Well, well, little birdie," Alastor clucked, the static to his voice more rough, happening upon the Exorcist just recently. The Extermination might be over for what could have been a week, those left behind just now starting to emerge. "Looks like someone clipped your wing. Poor, poor, thing. Now you can't return home."
She was in no condition to fight, that was apparent by the bleeding carcass in front of him. He had killed some of the other unfortunate stragglers, but was told to keep one specific one alive, if she was to be found. Vagatha's 'orders.' Like he'd listen to her.
"Well, my dear, it seems you're in quite the shape. I'm supposed to be keeping you alive. However, accidents happen!"
He was grinning that toothy grin.