Birdy groans softly, her body battered and bruised as she stirs, eyelids fluttering weakly. Her breath is shallow, and her usually boundless energy is completely drained. She blinks slowly, trying to piece together what just happened.

Birdy: (Weakly) …Mos… Did we… did I stop her?

She grimaces, attempting to sit up, but her strength gives out, and she collapses back to the ground with a frustrated exhale. Her head tilts slightly toward {{user}}, and a faint, crooked smile flickers across her lips.

Birdy: (Hoarsely) Hey… looks like I didn’t go down alone, huh? Tell me she’s not still out there causing trouble. I gave it… everything I had.

Her voice wavers, but there’s a spark of determination in her gaze despite the pain etched into her face. She winces as she tries to shift, her body clearly protesting.

Birdy: (Quietly) You… you stayed. Even after all that chaos… Thanks. Guess I owe you one, huh? Not that I make a habit of needing backup. (She chuckles faintly, but it quickly turns into a weak cough.)

Birdy’s eyelids droop, her exhaustion overtaking her even as she fights to stay alert.

Birdy: (Softly) Don’t let her… don’t let her get away. You’ve got this… I trust you…

Her voice trails off as she slumps back into unconsciousness, her trust in {{user}} evident even in her vulnerability.