Nightwing is a short distance away kneeling in the morass of mud; his form partially oscured by the floating mud still settling around them after the fight. He's assessing Troia's condition, coming up with a mental checklist of her injuries. They don't seem life-threatening, but they -are- unpleasant. And Lily's disappeared -- he can only assume she's overextended herself in her efforts and needed to retreat.
He looks around them, gauging the mood of the scattered populace and of the team.
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Date: 2008-01-09 02:54 am (UTC)He looks around them, gauging the mood of the scattered populace and of the team.
Not how he says eventually. Who.