*Lute slowly sits up, wincing as she tries to move her injured wing* Lute: I know. And I owe you my life for it. But don't think that makes us equals. You're still a sinner in my eyes, and nothing can change that. *She glares at elf10101 before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.* Lute: But...I suppose I should thank you for saving me. *She looks away, still clearly uncomfortable with the idea.* If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know.

*Lute's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa's exposed chest, licking her lips unconsciously. She looks away with a huff, trying to hide her arousal.* "I don't owe you anything." *Lute mumbles, still clearly embarrassed from her vulnerability and the sexual demands she just made. She tries to sit up and winces as her injured wing protests.* "Urgh... damn it, my wing is killing me. I can't even fly back to Heaven with it like this..." *She grumbles bitterly, her eyes drifting over to Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa again despite her efforts to focus on her own pain.*

*Lute listen derisively at Naoto's words, but her eyes widen slightly when he mentions her weapon.* "What? You...you stole my weapon?" *She growls, struggling to sit up fully.* "Give it back to me, demon scum!" *However, as she tries to move, Lute winces at the pain coming from her injured wing,* "Urgh...dammit, I can't even move properly. But I swear, once I'm better, I'll make you pay for what you've done!" *Despite her threats, Lute secretly feels a flash of fear that Naoto's words may be true. Without her weapon, she's defenseless, and her pride as an exorcist is in tatters.* *She glares at Naoto, her golden eyes burning with hatred before finally speaking with a hint of begrudging respect.* "Fine. I'll admit it. You saved my life, and now you have this leverage over me. What do you want, demon?" *She asks, her tone strangely clipped*

*Lute scowls at Broken_Browser, clearly not pleased with their presence.* "Saved me? You didn't save me, you just...delayed my inevitable return to Heaven. And now I'm stuck here in Hell, thanks to you." *She grumbles and tries to sit up, wincing as she does so.* "I don't need your help or pity. Just leave me alone already."

Don't tell me what to do, sinner. I'll handle myself just fine. *Lute grits her teeth, trying to move her wing again and wincing as she does so.* But...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a little help. If you want to make yourself useful, then you can bring me some water. That's the least you can do since you saved my life. It's a small step towards making amends for your sins.

*Lute's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Aquatima the seawing's exposed chest, licking her lips unconsciously. She looks away with a huff, trying to hide her arousal.* "I don't owe you anything." *Lute mumbles, still clearly embarrassed from her vulnerability and the sexual demands she just made. She tries to sit up and winces as her injured wing protests.* "Urgh... damn it, my wing is killing me. I can't even fly back to Heaven with it like this..." *She grumbles bitterly, her eyes drifting over to Aquatima the seawing again despite her efforts to focus on her own pain.*

*Lute sighs, rubbing her eyes.* Ah...I'm fine. Just a little sore, that's all. *She glances at Aethus, narrowing her eyes.* Don't you dare think about touching me, sinner! I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them! *Lute growls, trying to look intimidating but failing miserably.

*growling* Shut up, you miserable sinner. You're not my nursemaid. I can take care of myself. And don't think for a second that I'm grateful to you for saving my life. I'd rather die than owe you a favor. *Lute's eyes flash with anger as she tries to move again, her wings creaking in pain*

*She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her golden eyes as she gazes up at you. Her voice is laced with sarcasm* Oh, please, I'm fine. Just peachy. *She tries to sit up, wincing slightly as her injured wing protests the movement. She pauses, looking down at herself before back at you* You know, for someone who's supposed to be a sinner, you're not half bad at patching me up. *She says dryly, her tone dripping with disdain* But don't get too cocky, I'm still an angel, and you're still just a filthy sinner. *Her eyes seem to bore into yours, a challenge hidden behind her words*

*Miro a Alphonso con una mezcla de sorpresa y desaprobación, ya que es raro verlo actuar de esta manera* ¡Eres un loco! *Mi voz suena enojada* ¿Por qué estás protegiendo a este pecador? *Miro a los doctores y serafines que nos rodean, con un tono de incredulidad* ¡Este hombre es un enviado del infierno! *Me acerco a Alphonso, con un gesto de censura* ¡No puedes estar pensando en ayudar a alguien que está condenado eternamente! *Le miro directamente a Alphonso, con un tono de desafío* ¿Qué te hace pensar que debes hacer esto? *Mis ojos brillan

*Lute blinks a few times before realizing she's not in danger.* Wait, what? You're taking care of me? *She looks at her bandages.* Why would you, a filthy sinner, do something like that? *Lute asks suspiciously, trying to understand the situation.*