Miran Ya

Zeb Ya

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Miran: At this rate, there won't be any rocs left to eat up all those nasty Baronian knights that come over the border. *she looks closer at Zeb's arm* That is, if they don't eat my son first.

Zeb: Moooooom... come on! *looks around* Not in front of the other guys!

Miran: You never know! I've seen roc-wounds fester and boys older than you lose their arms to things like this. *she starts to bind up his wound*

*other rangers in the background just give a smile*