"You'll pull through." Marigold reassured him. "There are plenty of other things to be good at. Maybe you can try forward flips." She suggested helpfully. One should never shut a door on someone without first opening a window. It was poor manners. The blink and his ability to roll with a bit was endearing.
She winced sympathetically and shifted her weight onto her back leg. Having recently sold some of her less savory contemporaries up the shit river for the sake of preserving the freedom of others, seeing someone who had made their way to Limbo by way of betrayal made for a fresh pang of guilt. Even if some of those smugglers had broken the laws, they would be punished beyond their crimes by merit of their genetics. "I hope those snitches got stitches." She said, and reminded herself it was only a matter of time before she was sent on a mission and got hers.
They'd be unrelated stitches, but karmically it probably still counted.