Morello nodded to Tony. "I would be grateful. Jamie helped get it bandaged after the fight," she continued, nodding towards the Blood Talon, "but there's not much to be done without the Rite, at least as far as I know."
The bone shadow grew quiet as she listened to Lily recount the grisly fate of those who had seen the face of Luna's warrior children. A mistake had been made but there wasn't a reminder more powerful than an innocent's death. She doubted anyone would forget it. Thankfully, she hadn't been the cause of it. She had come close, when she felt the bite of the bastard Anshega's knives, but she'd been able to reign in her blood-lust.
Her eyes tracked over to Jesse then, as he stammered on the ground, and though she felt a bit of distaste, her mind remained fixed on the mystery of the Pure using silver. In the tales she'd been told, that had never happened before. Perhaps that was why a Firstborn was granting visions.