"But it put up a fight in turn," Davesprite says, looking him over. He kind of doubts this guy would look a whole lot better if he wasn't so drained.

The quiet gives him a few minutes to look Draven over- Davesprite guesses it's pretty impressive he's holding himself together, and he's just getting to actually considering Draven's blade when he speaks. His feathers fluff up for a moment and he looks up Draven's face again, fingers curling loosely.

"Yeah, nah, that's not happening. Can't give all this love to one person. Come on."

He hasn't actually been to the hospital yet himself, though he's got a map. This'll be an adventure.