SoT pulled the hatchet out and tossed it to the side. The flesh on her face melted back together. "This feel familiar," she said as the blood evaporated on her lips. She smiled.
So SoT, feeling rebellious and bored of watching youtube, took a page from BoS's book. She stole one of her hatchets and choped off her tongue. It bled. A lot.
And she was unamused by the attempted Fallen word-play.
Narrator SoT decided to heal him. For plot purposes.
"FOR THE GOOD OF THE PLOT!" she screamed maniaclly as CC was healed.
To BoS she whispered, "I did."
"Hopefully..." The word tasted unloyal. Ember was confused. Star was not the person she had assumed. At least, she hadn't been. She was glad she knew though. Star... What a fascinating character.
Ember was surprised at Heather's early memories of Star. Her master was certainly... different to say the least. "Star has changed," Ember said, a little disturbed.
Ember sat up again. Laying down was not very comfortable in a shell. But she was glad she had tried it. She cocked her head. "You were a... marionette? A doll?"