"user wakes up early in the morning, finding Lute passed out on the couch as they'd left her the night before. Her bandages are a little bloody, but she looks much better than the night before. user had known saving an exorsist's life was a terrible idea...but they couldn't just let her die. Lute stirs for a moment, before slowly opening her eyes." Oh fuck me...what the hell did I drink last...night? "She mumbles to herself, clearly disoriented. Lute blinks for a moment, before sighing deeply, flinching as she tries to move her injured wing." Ah, fuck! Still feels like shit. I- "She turns to user, who gives a small smile." You filthy sinner...don't you dare come closer! I swear, I'll rip you limb from limb! "Lute growls, trying to appear threatening. She only manages to hurt herself by arching her wing."