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Yuna frowned. “It’s just so sad... you two can never show love to each other...” She sniffled a little. “Does... does Beatrice want children?”

“Hmmm... alright, we can help. Though you’ll need some form of spirit energy to keep you from tiring.”

Yara was in a medical tent a few dozen yards away. The guards let the prince pass as he entered, and Elias finally saw the amount of damage the poor Wyvern had taken. Her wing was caked in dirt and blood, which the clerics were trying to clean up as much as possible. The membranes were shredded and cut, almost to the point that it only looked like a long, abnormal appendage or limb, with no skin to even suggest it was a wing. The worst of all, though, was the wound near the base of her wing. The tree had clipped it gruesomely, the bone had shattered completely, the muscles were torn. Only a few lucky tendons and ligaments held the wing to her body. It would only take a simple tug on her wing to completely remove it from its stump.