"I think we'll go home with you," they say, in an eerie, almost-unison, that only twins seem to manage. Svala flinches from his touch, but it too worn out to protest any more than a snarl. Even once the healing had finished, Draiss could still tell that the wounds were severe enough that she'd likely never function at full strength again. It takes a few moments, before she finally responds to his request. "What do you want, then?"