Weary

Not fully aware of who she was with at this point, Ghost flinched from the arm being held out to her. The wolf ears fell low as she hesitantly turned off the annoying pink lightsaber before taking the metal arm. Deciding to rip the sleeve off, she forced the arm to connect with a pained grimace.

"I hope they kill all of them..." She murmured, pressing a hand over where the connector was attached to her arm, hoping neither Serenity or Mar would notice the blood oozing out. "Carla, get the blue one so I don't stab myself like last month!"

Carla squawked something that sounded distinctly like an insult before rushing to the blue lightsaber and dragging it to Serenity, leaving behind a smoky trail in the sand. Dropping it, she squawked again, turning her purple and red head to stare at the child.

"Dont demand things from them you feathery freak!" Ghost hissed and proceeded to indulge in a long argument with the chicken, still sitting there like a fool.