d'Artagnan narrowed his eyes and turned his head to one side as he saw his daughter drifting off into the darkness illuminated by the stars and the Borealis. Nao was a curious one, she seemed to possess little in the way of shyness and the light that burned her skin confined the poor filly to their cave most days. Heightening her need to get away. So it was that the Nightshade stood undecided as to whether he should follow, he had always stressed the need for his children to fend for themselves but Nao was a new born. Thoughts turned to the crucial question.

What would Kou think of him?

Sighing in exasperation, d'Artagnan left his vantage point and headed off after his scampering child. He simply watched however, and didn't intrude on her playful adventure. Staying a convenient distance away and drifting through shadows, thinking of poison and other delightful things. His movement was marred with a limp from a previous battle for honour, which he hadn't yet bothered to heal as it didn't bother him too much. It almost made him feel more like a stallion of war, proudly carrying his wounds as a reminder to all who saw him. This wasn't just a simple limp of a defeated shade.

His musings were cut short however when young voice of Nao pierced the night, bringing his leisurely walk to an abrupt halt. Tail flicking as he snorted and turned his deathly eyes to slits, creeping towards his daughter and the stranger whilst trying to get a look at the shadowy fellow. The closer he got the more the scent became familiar and it wasn't long until d'Artagnan's pace had changed to a bouncy trot with his head held high in surprise. "Deimos! You escap-"

The shade's voice trailed away as he noted the way he walked. The burn on his flank. Blood stained ears laced back and teeth clenched together in anger, at least he'd sent Solstice back not totally unscathed. Yet it angered him still. A day would come, when those of the Edge would fall and for d'Artagnan it couldn't come quicker. He loosened his jaw then and moved alongside the General, examining his flank whilst being careful to not touch the fellow. Remembering the tale of Mauja with an amused smile. He decided not to say anything more, presuming the shadowy stud would prefer to be healed than be caught in conversation.

Not that the Nightshade had ever heard Deimos in conversation.

"Nao, don't touch General Deimos. He's feeling a little fragile and would appreciate staying in one piece, okay?" It was true, in a way. Deimos was hurt and he wasn't to be touched. Although that wasn't really the reason d'Artagnan said it, slightly scared that if he told his daughter the real reason she couldn't touch him, she might do so in her exuberant curiosity.

Closing his eyes, d'Artagnan let the magic of time run through his body and into that of Deimos' wound. Erasing the physical memory, concentrating on how it happened and erasing that. The burns lifted and healed, any broken flesh nitted neatly back together. He continued this process until the General was healed of all pain and all fatigue. His magic did a once over to check the stallion had been fully healed, satisfied he let out a sigh of relief and reopened his eyes. d'Artagnan didn't really like using magic, it was a strange sensation of something unseen flowing and it left one short of breath after it's use. He couldn't deny it's uses however.

"Nothing too strenuous for a few days, General. I'd stick to stalking the shadows" he laughed his deep, brusque laugh. Dipping more than usual on his bad shoulder as the magic use took it's tiring toll. He stayed with Deimos for now, keeping one eye on the previously injured and his bubbly Nao. Happy for the company of the once stolen General, he would have to rely the news to Kou. He wasn't sure what his witty Nurse thought of Deimos after the 'touching' incident. Maybe he'd have to be careful in how he said it, or maybe he'd be better keeping his maw shut. She always did things he wasn't expecting, no point giving her reason to.