[ The hand seems to be attached to half an arm, that then turns into a many-jointed wing. At least the hand itself is like his, and her skin is warm. Gentle, despite all the rage in her pained body. More feathers come to touch his, carefully curl around him to hold on in both fear and comfort. ]
The sisters. They s̞̟̥̼̀̀̒̾͂͆̚ǎ̴͈̤̳̗̲̖̇ͫ̎́̐̚v̧͕̪̲̟̟͈͒̽ͮͪ͛́ė̒̊̀d͕̲̼̤̺͞ me.
[ Several other plants, melded together into protective hull around the pieces of their little sister. ]
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The sisters. They s̞̟̥̼̀̀̒̾͂͆̚ǎ̴͈̤̳̗̲̖̇ͫ̎́̐̚v̧͕̪̲̟̟͈͒̽ͮͪ͛́ė̒̊̀d͕̲̼̤̺͞ me.
[ Several other plants, melded together into protective hull around the pieces of their little sister. ]
They're angry, too.