Lucky shot

remi Being carried was something that Remi did not often appreciate. Some might thing it stemmed from some masculinity complex, but that couldn't be farther from Remi's personality-type. It probably had something to do with the fact that he often felt like he was unnecessarily imposing when he asked others for help, combined with his predatory instincts to remain unburdened in this form. But of course none of that mattered with Vai. Trilling softly, Remi stilled himself. It wouldn't do to try and make it easier for her to pick him up; as it was, with his back to her, he was probably in the best position possible anyways. She'd be able to easily fold his wings against his sides and lift him. Still, he clenched his talons together so that he'd be less tempted to lash out with them despite the absence of the worst of the pain. I am so sorry Vai, the hawk thought miserably, both for the wounds he'd caused her as well as the disruption to their trip.