"Very bad. He lost a lot of blood and the others didn't seem to be sure he'd survive. And he didn't seem that coherent to me, always worried more about his bunny than about himself."

Rose unconsciously rubbed her forearms where said bunny had left bloody scratches this morning, trying to escape the werewolf. The scratches were healing nicely but sometimes they itched a bit.

"And I'm sorry, I didn't know that."

She took the feather out of her hair and held it out to Gabriel.

"I'll go see him when he's had some time to recover. And I don't want him to be harmed, so please, do whatever you have to do to it."

Then she thought of something else.

"What about those bits of feathers? Should I show you which trash can I put them in?"