Domovoi gulped at the thought, wondering if he would be up to teaching her fighting in his current state. He knew it was unavoidable and yet wished otherwise as he stood and slid out as carefully as possible out of the den, trying not to move Delusion in the process. Turning about, he bowed his head dutifully. "May you get well quickly, m'lady. Do not fret about your safety. I won't fail you again." These words were spoken with soft conviction, and with a smart nod the omega turned and began to limp back to his own den, pondering just what their journey was going to be like. Or how he was going to explain this to Wazaam . . . Again, Domo gulped.
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