I'm Sorry (Leif)

Surgery had taken a lot out of her, but they managed to mend most of her broken bknes... or at least set them properly. Her arm was in a cast and she was hooked up to multiple different wires, but she was awake and aware, refusing the drugs they had offered her to help numb the pain.

When she saw Drake enter, a smile touched her lips, followed immediately by a wince. "Can't really get up to greet ya," she croaked. The tube they had shoved down her throat during surgery had caused minimal damage to her lyranx, but it was enough that she'd have a sore throat for a few days. Raising her good hand, she motioned him over. "Had them bring in a chair."

"Peachy keen," she murmured, snickering softly as Drake sat beside her. She turned her gaze up to the ceiling.

"Just glad to be out of there..."

Leif stared at Drake for a moment before she suddenly busted out into laughter. It took only a second before she was coughing and different monitors started beeping their warnings, but even through that, her choking laughter continued.

When she could finally wheeze through and contain herself, she looked at him, struggling to catch her breath.

"You rescued me, and you're apologizing?" She croaked.

Leif turned to look at Drake, her blue eyes just as sharp and bright as they ever were.

"War means injury," she said. "I got information out of it. So I'm not upset. I most likely wouldn't have learned anything if it were the two of us."

Leif sighed softly. She moved her good hand over, letting her fingers brush across Drake's for the briefest of moments, before she placed her hand on the bed just beside his own. She looked tired in that moment, staring at him.

"Paya is part of... some family. A cult of sorts. And killing them... I don't know if its killing only one of them, or if its killing all of them... but their lives are like seals, keeping something at bay." Her eyes grew distant for a moment as she tried to recall what they had said, through the fog of the torture she had endured.

"Whatever it is that they are keeping at bay, it seems to be even worse than them."

Leif nodded thoughtfully. Wanted to die? She hadn't gotten that impression from Paya... but then again, the woman had some kind of weird split personality.

"She also hates the majority of the rest of her cult, if not all of them. The leader... He has something on them. Like... physically, he could cause her pain, even from a distance. But one of them seemed to be able to stop that pain in its tracks. I'm not sure what the dynamic is."

"We." Leif said, firmly. She turned to stare hard at Drake, her eyes gleaming slightly. "WE. Will find out more."

Leif smiled slightly at that, forcing herself up into a sitting position in the bed. A few monitors started to beep at her, but she seemed to ignore them, staring at Drake.

"We're in this together, Drake."

Leif couldn't help but smirk slightly.

"They didn't give me any drugs, so yeah. I can stand."