Willo was less than pleased with the results she got from Lazarus, but then again, it'd be a bold lie for her to say that she'd felt confident during the fight. Exhausted, without the energy to Flitter and her brittle bones sore, really she was just thankful to be alive, which she supposed she owed largely to Shiny--er...Jonathan. Still, sucked in the major that she was back under Laz's ire, and she was [i]just[/i] getting used to being liked. Oh well, easy come easy go. 

Besides, there were more people now, people that she assumed were with Laz's...acquaintance? And collectively they didn't look much better for wear. One didn't even seem to be able to walk on his own. 

Willo swooped after them, collapsing Cinderwill back into its sheathe. [color=ed145b]"Yeah, looks like shit,"[/color] she said, craning her head around to Lazarus, since surely he'd have the answers. [color=ed145b]"He gonna kick the bucket on us?"[/color]