Matthias: *rather defensively speaks* Of course I’m fine… I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine… *grumbles, his ears flicked back. Desiree may notice the end of his left one has been completely ripped off at the half-point, leaving him with a rather weird looking stump*
Milena: *”It’s best not to talk about it, dear. I don’t want him dragged to the end of the camp and slain ‘for the good of our people’.”*