The gryphon remained motionless, aware that even the slightest movement could be interpreted as the beginning of an attack. Strangely, as much as he knew the bolt would easily pierce his skull, he had trouble fearing the woman- Beaten, bloodied, grounded... Despite the weapon, she looked much like the doe he had killed not long ago. This thought drifted lazily into his head, and was struck down with fury by much of his being. Worryingly, not all of it...<br/><br/>"Since I am certain 'It is a long story' will not suffice, I will give you the briefest version I can: I was a man, once; I had my body twisted against my will by something sinister, though my mind is as it ever was. I aided you because you were in peril from an obviously malicious assailant."<br/><br/>The sound of hooves on dirt came racing across the ground. He waited until the knight had caught the wounded woman's attention before speaking. Ideally, Morr's presence would be enough to stay her trigger-hand, so long as nobody did nor said anything monumentally stupid. Thankfully, Valetni was still some ways away. He turned to Morr exclusively, not so much as acknowledging the two Guard that had rode with him.<br/><br/>"Ah, Sir Morr." Though the Hellguard would have been unable to tell, Morr's familiarity with Swiftbeak would make him privy to the stunted, pained hiss underpinning his words; his verbosity now was to shield his dignity, for as long as he spoke he did not scream, nor whimper. His efforts to keep a regal bearing in the face of his injuries were admirable in their extent, but not total, as between each sentence he paused to draw in a long, seething breath.<br/><br/>"From above, I had spotted that... man... on the ground mauling this woman. I was too slow to save her arm, I fear, but if I may be so bold I would posit my intervention has prolonged her life. I believe you may want to take a closer look at that body, as well; I am not an expert on the daemonic, nor on dentistry, but I am quite certain teeth do not regrow, and certainly not that quickly."<br/><br/>The gryphon closed its eyes, flexing its good talon.<br/><br/>"And if you would be so kind as to be swift tending to my injuries, I may yet serve as a companion for the remainder of this trip, rather than as provisions."