He flashed Isra a sardonic glance and then quickly dropped it. “Hello, Isra,” he said. He offered her his hand palm up in the off chance that she might shake it. “My name is Horse. Definitely not Buttons. And I’m your uncle, so ‘sir’ isn’t necessary.”

"Uncle Horse...."  She tested out the phrase.  She tried to move to shake his hand, but the pain from her shattered wings hit her like boulder smashing them from the sky and tears began to pour down her face.

Horse winced. At her pain and at the sight of her tears. Pain he could manage with when it was time to deal it out. In the face of someone who, outside of being an Umbral Demon, was essentially innocent rang bells in him. There was no one around on whom he could mete out any further justice. Tears - well, that was a matter that just plain perplexed him.

He tapped her leg closest to him, forgoing the handshake. A quick scan over her wounds revealed a nasty bit of ooze that promised more pain to come. Horse had no aspirin, Tylenol or even Witching crystals to ease her immediate suffering. There was only one thing to do.

“Yup. Good ol’ Horsey Face. That’s me, darlin’,” he said. He smiled, albeit uncomfortably, and noticed that she was leaning against the alter at a bad angle. It wasn’t doing her injuries any favors.

“Muffy ain’t all that gentle,” he said. “She’s  been a pain in my backside as long as I can remember. Good thing you got away from her. How’s about you and me head on back to my house? I’ve got something there that should ease your pain.”

His instinct was to just whiz her out of there in a swirl, but she didn’t seem ready to move just yet.