“Yeah well, thanks,” Handy said, “You’re alright too, I guess.” Truth be told, Shortbeak was a competent and capable warrior in his opinion, and while he didn’t get to see much of it before tonight, she was a decent person. Sure, he still held it against her that she had allowed him win all those months ago. It was a petty thing, and he knew it, but Handy was not a man to let go of grudges so easily. ’I could just yank her claw away and let her collapse. That’d be one way out of this,’ he thought as she put her wing around him. Handy suddenly felt apprehensive. ’Oh God dammit.’