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Vance pouted once Gabe had to leave, bringing a hand up to touch his lips where Gabe had been kissing him moments before. His pout turned into a frown, the tension in the air quickly alerting him to the new visitors. He blinked as Sylvia's voice filled the room, quickly edging to the edge of his bed as he waited to see how Sylvia was doing. Seeing her relax and mostly okay, the wolf boy relaxed before perking up again. "Yeah! Like Rain said, we were super worried! I'm so glad you're okay!" The boy chirped, smile wide as he looked over his leader.
Sylvia chuckled as she listened to Lev's croaky voice, though her smile calmed into a more bittersweet one. "Gosh, I'm sorry I worried you guys so much. I'm glad you all are okay, though it sounds like you might wanna rest your voice a bit, Lev." The silverette said, looking over at her friends before turning to her dad. "Hey Dad, do you know where they took my legs? They kinda got cut off, but the damage shouldn't be too severe so I just wanted to check it out to see what I had to do to patch things up." The question should've been a simple one, but Flint quickly froze up, causing Sylvia to frown as she waited for an explanation from her father.
Galena swept to the rescue, quickly trying to divert her daughter's attention. "Sweetie, even if we did have your legs, you should be focusing on resting right now. You can work on fixing up your legs after you guys get released. Now, why don't you go ahead and officially introduce us to your team! We'd love to talk to them more about what you all have been doing!" She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. Desperately, Galena hoped that her daughter would take the bait and start talking about her beloved team, but she seemed to forget that Sylvia was a stubborn child.
"It's only going to be for a minute, I promise! Besides, Mom, these are my prosthetics. I kinda need them to walk. So if I could just take a look then I could know how to fix them quicker which means I can do things quicker which means I'll get better quicker." The silverette tried to reason, though her logic didn't seem to quite match. "Sides, I need to make sure my ports didn't get super messed up while I've been out." There she had a pretty good point as Sylvia waited for her parents to tell her about her missing legs.
Biting his lip, Flint quickly went a different route. "All right, but are you sure you wanna see them now? We can wait until we have a little more privacy or even when you get released and have access to your tools." The silver haired man tried to reason, gently pushing the bag the Slaters had brought with them further away from Sylvia's line of sight.
The silverette shook her head, smiling at her parents. "It's all right. Everyone here knows I have prosthetics so it should be fine. Besides, I just wanna see how much I need to fix before I can get back to business." With a note of finality in her tone, Sylvia waited for her parents to either present her legs or tell her when she could see them.
Flint and Galena looked at each other before sighing and pulling the bag they brought in up with them. "All right, sweetheart..." Flint conceded, knowing they would have to tell her sooner or later. Sylvia looked at the bag expectantly, her face falling as pieces of metal and scrap that clearly used to make up her legs started to fall out of the bag. "We were so focused on you and your team that we didn't notice one of the White Fang trying to take them away. We managed to catch the person who was trying to steal them, but they destroyed them before we could get them back." Flint explained, voice gentle and slow as he explained what had happened. Seeing the tears start to form, he reached out to try and pull his daughter into a hug. "Sweetheart..."
Sylvia brushed her dad off, staring at the broken metal pieces with blurry vision. Most of the pieces were either too small to put back together, or once broken never be able to be reattached. "I-I'm fine. It's gonna be all right." She reassured, feeling tears start to spill over as she saw all of her hard work, her only chance at being a huntress, spill down the drain. "I'll just... I-I can... I-I'll ju-ust..." She tried to give something reassuring to say, rubbing her tears away with fists as she tried desperately to calm down. She was with her team for goodness sake! She was supposed to be strong for them after all, especially after all she put them through. She couldn't go crying over something that could be fixed. Yet the tears just kept coming, her chest constricting as she looked at the remains of her pride and joy.
Vance had tensed as Sylvia's parents seemed hesitant to show Sylvia her prosthetics. Once the broken pieces were shown, Vance could feel his own heart break for his leader. He wanted to get up to hug her, comfort her in some way and let her know it was okay to cry. Yet he couldn't really move from his bed, still recovering from his injuries. He was stuck. He could only watch as Sylvia rubbed and brushed her tears away, sniffling and hiccupping.
Sylvia chuckled as she listened to Lev's croaky voice, though her smile calmed into a more bittersweet one. "Gosh, I'm sorry I worried you guys so much. I'm glad you all are okay, though it sounds like you might wanna rest your voice a bit, Lev." The silverette said, looking over at her friends before turning to her dad. "Hey Dad, do you know where they took my legs? They kinda got cut off, but the damage shouldn't be too severe so I just wanted to check it out to see what I had to do to patch things up." The question should've been a simple one, but Flint quickly froze up, causing Sylvia to frown as she waited for an explanation from her father.
Galena swept to the rescue, quickly trying to divert her daughter's attention. "Sweetie, even if we did have your legs, you should be focusing on resting right now. You can work on fixing up your legs after you guys get released. Now, why don't you go ahead and officially introduce us to your team! We'd love to talk to them more about what you all have been doing!" She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. Desperately, Galena hoped that her daughter would take the bait and start talking about her beloved team, but she seemed to forget that Sylvia was a stubborn child.
"It's only going to be for a minute, I promise! Besides, Mom, these are my prosthetics. I kinda need them to walk. So if I could just take a look then I could know how to fix them quicker which means I can do things quicker which means I'll get better quicker." The silverette tried to reason, though her logic didn't seem to quite match. "Sides, I need to make sure my ports didn't get super messed up while I've been out." There she had a pretty good point as Sylvia waited for her parents to tell her about her missing legs.
Biting his lip, Flint quickly went a different route. "All right, but are you sure you wanna see them now? We can wait until we have a little more privacy or even when you get released and have access to your tools." The silver haired man tried to reason, gently pushing the bag the Slaters had brought with them further away from Sylvia's line of sight.
The silverette shook her head, smiling at her parents. "It's all right. Everyone here knows I have prosthetics so it should be fine. Besides, I just wanna see how much I need to fix before I can get back to business." With a note of finality in her tone, Sylvia waited for her parents to either present her legs or tell her when she could see them.
Flint and Galena looked at each other before sighing and pulling the bag they brought in up with them. "All right, sweetheart..." Flint conceded, knowing they would have to tell her sooner or later. Sylvia looked at the bag expectantly, her face falling as pieces of metal and scrap that clearly used to make up her legs started to fall out of the bag. "We were so focused on you and your team that we didn't notice one of the White Fang trying to take them away. We managed to catch the person who was trying to steal them, but they destroyed them before we could get them back." Flint explained, voice gentle and slow as he explained what had happened. Seeing the tears start to form, he reached out to try and pull his daughter into a hug. "Sweetheart..."
Sylvia brushed her dad off, staring at the broken metal pieces with blurry vision. Most of the pieces were either too small to put back together, or once broken never be able to be reattached. "I-I'm fine. It's gonna be all right." She reassured, feeling tears start to spill over as she saw all of her hard work, her only chance at being a huntress, spill down the drain. "I'll just... I-I can... I-I'll ju-ust..." She tried to give something reassuring to say, rubbing her tears away with fists as she tried desperately to calm down. She was with her team for goodness sake! She was supposed to be strong for them after all, especially after all she put them through. She couldn't go crying over something that could be fixed. Yet the tears just kept coming, her chest constricting as she looked at the remains of her pride and joy.
Vance had tensed as Sylvia's parents seemed hesitant to show Sylvia her prosthetics. Once the broken pieces were shown, Vance could feel his own heart break for his leader. He wanted to get up to hug her, comfort her in some way and let her know it was okay to cry. Yet he couldn't really move from his bed, still recovering from his injuries. He was stuck. He could only watch as Sylvia rubbed and brushed her tears away, sniffling and hiccupping.