Breath deep(open)

Well that hurt. It hurt a lot. Her arm felt like someone had shoved a knife into her shoulder's socket and then kept wiggling it around. The latter effect must have been caused by her wing muscles still working fine but, ever so lightly, tugging at her shoulder. She made a mental note, "Next time my conscience tells me to do something I'll have to be sure to not do it." she thought. she should have left the pale boy to rot in prison. He hadn't done anything really bad. The hero had done more damage to the museum than he had, right?

Gilda's wings flared out as he pulled the knife from...wherever. She had been too busy noticing the sharp pain in her shoulder to watch him, now she watched him like a hawk. She didn't trust this guy any farther than she could thr-...actually, she could probably throw him a good distance. Either way, she didn't trust him. Even when he put the blade into the ground she was wary...and a bit confused. Then he told her to stay still, against her better judgement, she did so...then realized what was about to happen. "Hey! Wait a se-" Pop "Ah! Damn it!" she yelled, her wings cringing. She was too in shock to do anything but let him put her arm into the sling.

"Even?! I save you from getting put in prison and you fix my arm? How does that make us even?!?! I could have put my arm back on my own." she said angrily before standing. She then took the sky, just a bit "You're just lucky I was in a good mood." she looked down on him, literally and figuratively. "We done here, or do you need a lift to the nearest garbage dump to feel at home?"