friend in need

[Deuce Rhiannon]

Deuce came out of the cottage. She'd made an awkward sling for her broken arm. The tip of one ear was gone. She looked a little well used. Scratches covered her arms and face, and one was deep enough that it would scar. It had been over two weeks since the fight with the madman, and she still wasn't sure what she'd done to provoke it. Wasn't even sure who her attacker had been.

She gave Iskata a crooked smile. Hey Iskata. Come on in. She gave a rueful smile. Seems I'm not a member of Twilight Vale anymore. Oh well.