The currently-flightless juvenile walked with enthusiasm, all the while her eyes glued to the ceiling. Her bloodstone beak glinted and shined under the stars of the cave, blue eyes reflecting the lights brightly. Yinehi didn't look down at all. Which, unfortunately, led to her tripping over rubble. Her wings sprawled out and she made a solid "oof" as she landed. It to her a moment to recover from the fall, but was quick to shake it off, then carry on.

Freed of her aw, she once again felt her hunger pains. She was sure she could smell death somewhere, so she picked up the pace and followed her nose. Her half-assed wings lifted and held out, she flapped them occasionally and jumped, trying to cover more ground despite her inability to take flight.

"Yes!" she said happily, scurrying up to the small carcass of some small animal that was already half-way decayed. There was no hesitation to bite into it, however. As a vulture, clean-up of the dead was in her very nature. She was not picky, although she did go for the moister parts in the center. She made quick word of the small amount of remains.

The next step was the post-meal preening. She did her best to clean up the stench and food from herself, even using her feet to wipe it from her face and beak, occasionally rubbing against the ground for a little more abrasive measures. When all tied up, she gave herself a good body shake, a stretch, then wandered onward until she found a good place to perch. From that point, she spent much of her time watching the flickering of the stars and the crumbled city.

A rough, but quiet voice snapped her attention from the beauty of what was before her. She adjusted herself on her perch to look toward the voice, then hopped down and approached it before fluttering up to a new perch much closer. She looked him over as well as the shadows he hid in allowed, feeling a sudden sadness for him. He had been hurt so many times. His body showed the brutal cruelness of the world she'd entered.

"My heart to you," she said sincerely. She tilted her head as he spoke to her, seeming very bitter in his ways. She pondered the possibilities of what could have made him so, but none of her ideas were remotely close to his truth. Little did she know the weight of his existence and power. "Beg? I beg not. I scavenge, not because I have to, but because I choose to. Life is too precious to create more death. Life is too great to kill, when there is much to recycle."

Giga smiled a little, the corners of her mouth as far up as her beak would allow. "I am Gigatsuhali Yinehi, but you can call me Fairy, if it is easier to say. My dream is to be a healer for all, no heart too bright nor too dark." She bounced a little in place, her wings spread just a little and her shoulders accentuating her bounces. "I am sorry my birth was not in time to heal you." Her bouncing stopped and she looked him over again, sadness taking her smile away. She didn't like to see anyone hurt. She regretted not being able to help him, even though his pain was before her first life.

Decomposer was an interesting word to her. She tilted an ear toward him to hear him better, to understand his words by how he said them. He used many big words she hadn't heard before, but could hear what it meant to him in his grated voice. She heard hate and pain. The angst that could only be inflicted to a person's heart or soul. She didn't necessarily understand everything, but she knew in her own heart that this was something she wished she could fix... that she could heal.

"I think there is no proof from me to you, but...", she started, "...but I know that what I do will be good." She nodded to it in a very matter-o-fact way, feeling it was an efficient enough response to all of his negative ramblings. She knew nothing of the conflicts between herbivores and carnivores, but decided it was best to keep her beak out of it.

Giga found a new position on her perch and looked him over one more time, overwhelmed by the sight of the massive scarring. "Thelordoftheherbivores, may I practice Fauna Cleanse on you?" She assumed his name was that thing he said. It was long and odd like hers and obviously had something to do with devouring plants. Perhaps it had to do with her lack of knowledge on what it meant to be "the lord of" something.

She listened, nodded, and decided that agreeing with these silly things would be better off than just telling him she would side with no one. She gave him her full attention with bright blue eyes. Giga felt very excited to be able to practice on such an beast, even if it didn't work... although she admitted to herself that she really hoped there would be some improvement. At least in his mood, if nothing else.

Giga poised herself, stretched out her wonky wings, then jumped. She chicken flapped to his back and still managed to land softly, being sure to remain mindful of her baby talons. She lowered herself down into a more relaxed, perched pose. Her feathers ruffled before she fully relaxed and began to focus on using her magicka for the first time in her life. "Please feel better," she breathed, not even realizing she had spoke allowed as she tried hard to build up everything she had for him. With a good inhale, she released a soft exhale and began to feel the surges flow from her body to his.

When her spell was cast, she opened her eyes and blinked hard, feeling a bit tired after only one try. She looked toward his head, wondering how he felt. It felt like it worked, but did he?

She tilted her head at him, confused. Why would he think she would poison him? It wasn't an answer she would know. At this point, she wasn't sure she wanted the details, but was also dying of curiosity. She resisted it, though. She resisted with the restraint one might expect of a matured adult, yet here she was. A moral code before she understood what it's purpose even was.

Then... then he asked her why. Everyone wanted to kill him, that death was a consequence of the very thing she was showing him. She hopped to the ground, then found a perch that was almost directly in front of him. She studied his face, trying to read the history in the lines that were there. She blinked, tilted her head both ways, then looked up to the stars.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, then looked back at him quizzically. "You say kindness kills. I have shown kindness from my first breath. Does this mean you are going to kill me, now?"

In the back of her mind, she was terrified. This was probably too bold, but she wanted to make him think as much as he made her think. Clearly there was something going on and he was involved. Whether he was good or bad, Giga found herself unable to care. All she wanted to know was... "Must death and murder always be the answer?" She paused, tilted her head a little, then looked up again, watching the twinkle of the stars far above. They were beautiful.

"I am Gigatsuhali Yinehi; I will heal all."