Blood and Smoke

After a very long wait, the orange blood stopped flowing, replaced with red blood that started squirting out like crazy, a big bird putting weight on him not exactly helping. Still, he'd seemingly remained unconscious, only twitching every now and then.
"How do we know it worked?" Nicholai questioned, causing Billy to shrug and say as he gave the witch the sword so he could bring over some bandages "Whatever you did, perhaps the way to find out is to see how he interacts with Zephyr. I highly doubt he'll be one-hundred percent cured though. We'll probably need to give him time."

"He can heal fast, but he's not a starfish." Billy didn't look sorry for cutting off Barry's arm, which was now lacking about three fourths of the appendage. "I can make him a prosthetic though, that can function as an arm and vessel for powers just fine."

"He deserves it. Who knows how many body parts he's ripped off of things?" Billy still didn't become apologetic, only watching as Zephyr went over to Nicholai, who curiously reached out to feel the feathers.
Barry eventually stopped bleeding, looking pale and weak. Still remaining unconscious, he curled up into a ball, twitching every now and then. He eventually woke up though, brown eyes blinking tiredly, a confused and lost look as he gazed around, starting to shake like a kid alone at a street corner, wings wrapping around himself to hide him from view of the others.

"M-my head hurts," Barry whimpered softly from behind his wings "I don't know w-what's going on. W-why am I even here?" He sniffed quietly, wrapping his farther around himself.
When Billy tried to get closer again, Barry seemed to sense it and scoot away, closer to Zephyr instead. "You're like me," he mumbled.

Bother Billy and Nicholai stayed where they were, seeing as Barry didn't really want them too close in the first place.
Barry let Zephyr examine him, but he still looked a little uneasy. "I don't remember much," he murmured "Just that I got sick, passed out, and then I'm here." His wings twitched as he looked at them, a sad look in his eyes as he saw the gray and black feathers. "I want to go home," he whimpered "But I can't."

Barry looked ready to cry about not being able to go home, but he calmed down a bit when Zephyr introduced himself, telling him that he would look after him. He blinked once, sniffling as he was helped up. "Okay," he mumbled, much more trusting than he was a while ago. Looking around, he studied Nicholai and Billy, his gaze curious. "How did I end up here?" he asked Zephyr curiously.

Nicholai's brows shot up when Zephyr asked about Barry. Seriously? Eyeing Barry, who looked away nervously under the neutral blue gaze, it took a long while before grunted "Sure, he can stay with us." There was plenty of room, but the witcher was still suspicious of Barry.

Billy simply smiled before leaving with a comment of starting on Barry's prosthetic.
Nicholai went to retrieve the sword, which was on the floor, though the flames had mysteriously died out. He gingerly picked it up, nudging Barry away when he tried to touch it out of seemingly innocent curiosity.
When they left the library, Barry's stomach growled loudly. "I don't remember what was the last thing I ate," he mumbled, looking around warily "Or when I last ate. It hurts trying to remember."

Barry tried his best to support most of his own weight, looking at the two keeping him company for a moment before looking ahead. "I don't think I'll have a preference for now. I'm just... hungry, so anything is fine."
When they reached their destination, Barry blinked as the two boulders in the yard formed cracks, inching away as the golems unraveled just enough to eye him.
Nicholai told them something in his native tongue that made them curl back up though, motioning for Zephyr and Barry to follow him inside.

Nicholai blinked over at Zephyr, a small smile on his lips as he walked inside.
When Zephyr set food out for Barry, who sniffed at it before trying it cautiously, Nicholai watched the elemental for a moment until Zephyr spoke to him again. "Let's just get Rava out of the way first. I want to be rid of that sword, mainly before Barry manages to burn himself again somehow."

Rava appeared outside of the circle, milky-white eyes studying the rice balls. "You're very lucky that I liked your cooking the first time." He poked one with a finger before taking it and eating it. As he reached for another one, he paused, nose twitching to scent the air. "So, you actually did something productive with that old sword. I almost didn't want to believe it when Fenrir came to visit me. Was asking why the sword was free, and why I'd let you two mooks have it. He's not happy that you're trying to collar a stray he's got his eye on."

Nicholai handed the sword back to Rava, who was smiling in amusement before going in his way, disappearing in a puff of smoke with the weapon.
Once he was gone, Nicholai got up and followed after Zephyr. Going to check on Barry, he noticed that he'd eaten everything on his plate, and was now busying himself with feeling Alder's fur.
"Did something happen?" Barry asked nervously, seeing the other two's distress.
"No," Nicholai told him simply "Everything's fine."
Barry seemed convinced with that, and went back to what he was doing, oblivious to what had gone on.

Nicholai listened to Zephyr as he watched Barry cautiously look down at Salt before petting her curiously. Not really trusting Fenrir either, he muttered "I think it would be best to try and trap him again then, cause it's obvious he's got an eye on Barry, and not for his personality." Looking over at his partner, he asked "Are you going to want to try talking with her again now?"

Nicholai didn't look too happy being given the task of watching Barry, who was still fascinated with Salt, but at least he wasn't going to be alone with him, Zephyr saying that Edana would be over to help.
"Be careful," He told Zephyr as the witch left the house. Then, he walked over to join Barry, Salt and Alder.