Endeavor says *Isis was currently poised behind the pilot, tying a new bandage tightly and a stern look on her beautiful, but young, face. Too young to die, many said, and yet she had still died. Willingly she supposed, but died all the same. Ace was currently wincing from fractured ribs and some torn muscles in his side, the worst of which had been healed, but the rest left to heal on it's own. With additional attention of course* "Hold still, Ace!" *she said, not yelling, but loud enough for the pair that was walking past them to hear* I am! You're moving me...that sounded bad. *the pilot gave a laugh at that, which only made Isis roll her eyes but offer a small smirk before tying off the bandage and pushing him forward, cobalt eyes flicking toward Drike and Bella with a nod. Ace only gave a mock look of hurt and shrugged his jacket back over his shoulders*
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