Down she sat, near jerking herself out of her adoptive father's hold to shuffle onto the bench proper and took a moment to exhale slowly.

"Fuck... okay..." She hooked a hand underneath the cast that had so panicked Blitzø, yanking the offending leg up and onto the bench, partially to elevate the thing and more to keep him from sitting down there so she could take the whole width of the bench to herself.

She clapped hands together in front of her muzzle, pointedly trying to direct herself to be as direct as possible before this escalated in some way or fashion, "...You got a fuckton of questions, I got a bunch too."

"So, fair's fucking fair, one at a time, alright?"

She jerked her thumb back at the broken leg, "Basically? It's all Mox's damn fault. Yanked his ass out of the way of a big bad and got yeeted out of the fucking forest."

Seemed pretty distinct, and not fully wrong. "Don't know what the fuck got into me to save his scrawny ass."

"..."

"Mostly because I think if I didn't Mills woulda probly broke BOTH my legs instead. So, devil you know or some shit I guess."

"..."

"My turn," Loona said decisively, and hated her question was so basic, "When's the last time you remember seeing me, like, before you got here?"