The following day, after the events of Kranon's attempt to reforge his original body, and subsequently consume the realm Equestria resided in, many were left injured during the battle. Some left in critical conditions, others with minor scrapes or magic fatigue. It was a gruelling war to save their world.

But some... simply got lucky.

Knocking on the door to one of the medical wing doors, Sora poked his head inside. "Hello? W?" He had been freed from his duties to finally come and check on her.

Ever since she passed out and was taken back to the castle, Sora had been worried for her well-being. He was told she wasn't in any life-threatening condition, but she was bleeding when he carried her back, the battle having taken a toll on her. Astra was taking it easy and only needed rest, the strain of inheriting the power of a Displaced as strong as Cinder, and using that very power to its fullest was a lot for one little filly to handle.

When Sora did eventually step inside, he was met with a familiar, vexed tone of voice.

"No, impossible...! Impossible!"

"Huh, that's a new record," W remarked, staring at the walls, or any other miscellaneous object that caught her eye, utterly bored beyond comprehension with this 'health check'. She had bandages around both arms at certain spots, the neck, forehead, and other places that were hidden by her clothes, expression the epitome of boredom. Noticing Sora at the door, she gave the most unenthusiastic wave possible. "Heeeey Fly Boy, come to finally check-in on lil ol' me? I'm touched~"

Fixing her a flat look, he rolled his eyes. "You look terrible."

"I'm fine, Mom, geez, everyone's out to make it sound like I had half my face blown off or something." Her orange eyes rolled, bringing a knuckle against her chin, utilizing her tail to gesture to where Mir was busy mulling over her leg propped up by a stool. "Cranky over here won't get off my case about it though."

"Taking into account the quantity of explosives you had used, to level a creature of the Vex's size, I hypothesize the equivalent thermal energy you had produced could destroy the castle we currently reside in, and to do so with minimal damage to your skin, let alone internal organs, is simply unfeasible." Mir's right brow hadn't stopped twitching, levitating his notes to jot more ramblings down for further study.

W, as laid back as ever, raised her arms wide with a smirk. "So I'm just built different, so what's it matter now?" Then she winced, her left arm retracting to rest in her lap, inwardly wincing when she felt Sora's presence directly next to her.

Giving her arm a hard look, that same expression rose to her pout, turning the other way to avoid his critical stare. "W..."

"I'm fine, alright? I just ache still, kinda a given when I fought tooth-and-nail to be sitting here today," She deflected, Mir's own, displeased look not going unnoticed, giving a huff as he moved toward a nearby desk to read through his notes. Now, W was forced to glance at Sora, concern expressed in how she felt his fingers glide into her open palm.

"They're not going to hurt you-"

"Yeah, where have I heard that before...?" She cut in sharply. Sora watched her tail curl instinctively around her waist. He remembered how W acted on the eve of battle, she only fought to settle the score with the reason they were brought here, to protect their home realm. this kingdom- no, all of Equestria, it was just lucky to be in the crossfire. "You have a screw loos if you think I'll trust them."

Exhaling quietly, he squeezed her hand in both now, leaning forward so his eyes caught her reluctant gaze. "Then... do for Astra, for me, please." She tried to look away, but he caught her chin so she'd look at him properly, unable to tear her jaded eyes away, nor hide the fear behind those cross-like pupils. "I'll be right beside you, no one will hurt you again, I give you my word."

"...you have your own issues-" She tried to shake off his offer, but felt his hands tighten around hers, followed by a breathy laugh.

"Well, as I've learned from someone else... fuck that," Catching her by surprise, Sora watched in amusement when W giggled, fixing him a smirk. "You're more important, plenty can cover for me until you're better."

"Wow, dunno how Sun-Butt's subjects will feel knowin' the Monster of the Everfree's corrupting their poor prince, might sound like I'm attempting a hostile takeover," She answered daringly, supressing the heat building in her heart and spreading throughout her aching body. "...fiiine, fine, okay... only when you're here."

Smiling brightly, Sora's reaction made it harder for her to look away. "Deal!"

"If you two are done..." Remembering Mir was present, their hands seperated, both looking a little hot under the collar. The bemused alchemist barely batting an eye. Within his lime-green field of magic, out from a sachel appeared several, colourful vials and potions of various sizes and shapes. "I have a number of remedies if these so-called 'medical professionals' are unable to treat the wounds of a creature highly disruptive to the natural state of magic."

That prompted W to tilt her head toward the grumpy unicorn. "Now there's the million Yen question, Mir, ever dug up why this badass bod of mine seems to make magic deflate like balloon around me?" Ever since she first discovered the ability when she manifested Silver Wind, she never did quite deduce a concrete answer.

"You said it might've been due to your Arts, right?" Sora pointed out, the silverette nodding with a hum.

"Problem is, never had anything better to consider, which is why I left it will this ray of sunshine." She jabbed her tail toward Mir who looked away from his notes again, throwing and smacking W in the face with a small potion vial. "Ah, worth it."

"To answer your grating remarks... I hypothesize your unique 'magic', Arts, due to its origins, directly interferes with what we commonly know of magic and mana," Mir paced amidst his ramblings like a crazed stallion. "It does not rely on an intake of mana, and due to its exotic nature within our world, it likely distorts and shreds down mana surrounding you. The greater your output, the stronger that distortion becomes."

"You can weaken magic...? Then again, even Kranon's attacks directed at you seemed to do little to impede you..." Sora realized, he simply chalked it up to W's insane level of durability and sheer reckless fighting style.

Both turned their attention back on the demon-like girl, who was toying with one of her antenna-like bangs, flicking it with a sharp, smug grin. "Told ya, built different."

"Or built incorrectly..." Sora breathed flatly.

"I concur, Prince." Mir expressed as much.

"...can I go now?" She again asked.

"No."

End

Author's Note

W can't seem to catch a break, her injuries in the aftermath of her explosive finish against Kranon is met with a series of questions about just what makes her so durable. Suffice to say, she doesn't know either. Still, hope you enjoy enjoyed, I appreciate the support as always; see ya next time, Renegades!