Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170616113000

Balana and Makiling are unable to speak. As soon as the two men left, the Dalakets scrammed, their leader no longer there to unite them. The Engkants and Aswangs tend to their wounded fellowmen without a word.

Racer hugs at Balana, who pats her soundly. "I am fine, my child. The man.. see to it he is alright." Following her mother's words she turns to Cire and runs her hands on his face and neck. She was checking him for injuries.

Makiling: Sidapa...... are you... planning to follow them?