'are you hurt?' they're the first words to come out of ayda's mouth, firm and with little room for argument from any party as she reached forward, cupping fig's chin so they could turn her face from left to right. 'i'm aware you can take care of yourself, but if you are hurt . . .' ayda trailed off for a moment, turning fig's head one last time so that they were looking at each other, thumb brushing softly against fig's cheek, now. 'i'd like to help. and also hurt whoever did it. it is what they deserve,' @intrep1dheroes.










