Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

She grinned.

He mutters something, turning ot feed his goats.

She sat down, and started tinkering wit her hoverpad.

"So... crisis averted, then?"

"Nobody said anything to YOU, Pup." Stonepaw growled.

"Oh, come on, don't I get to know?" Crickets chirp. "You guys are mean."

Stonepaw growls about pups, wandering off to lean against a stone, cleaning and sharpening his sword, his eyes still pink-eyed from his battle with the demon, cut in a few places, but refusing to show any pain, and hoping no one would notice he was bleeding.

"Hm... I do believe you are injured."

"I've had worse."

"Indeed? Do tell."

"Like the spike that went through the right side of my chest..."

"...That does sound kinda painful."

"Not the most painful thing that's ever happened, but it still ranks nicely in my life."

"Indeed."

Stonepaw finishes with his sword, sheathing the massive blade on his back.

She returns to tinkering with her hoverpad, humming.

James glances at it, immediately taking an overview of parts and capabilities.

She notices James looking at it. "What? You wanna tinker with it?"

"Just expressing my curiosity."

"You like it?"

"It's interesting, not perfect, but interesting."

"Hey! It is too perfect! She runs like a charm!"