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"A compass, and dreams," Ludo adds; though it is true that this will not get Remi exactly where he needs to be, the Lullaby has been a prolific dreamer since he gained such an ability, and that in itself might be of use. Still, if it is wings that Remi wants...
The herald is suddenly on its feet as the demigod's tune changes, and although Ludo doesn't smile, its expression certainly reads as pleased. "Your wings were injured by Miss Meadows," it says, almost fondly. "She was many things, but she was not the Core. Time, effort and more traditional means may do your wings some amount of good. Your arm, though, is beyond mortal repair."
Padding on bare, black feet to Remi's side, Ludo holds out its hands expectantly. Pain or no pain, it nonetheless requires him to lift his arm for it to take. "Safrin healed the wounds of her heroes," it says with a verbal roll of its eyes. "She did it to gain their favour. We are not healers, you and I, so I cannot do that. But I can help, if that is what you would like."
The herald is suddenly on its feet as the demigod's tune changes, and although Ludo doesn't smile, its expression certainly reads as pleased. "Your wings were injured by Miss Meadows," it says, almost fondly. "She was many things, but she was not the Core. Time, effort and more traditional means may do your wings some amount of good. Your arm, though, is beyond mortal repair."
Padding on bare, black feet to Remi's side, Ludo holds out its hands expectantly. Pain or no pain, it nonetheless requires him to lift his arm for it to take. "Safrin healed the wounds of her heroes," it says with a verbal roll of its eyes. "She did it to gain their favour. We are not healers, you and I, so I cannot do that. But I can help, if that is what you would like."
