WolfOfProphecys
Ten Thousand Club
Tony watched her eyes gleam as she looked at the carving and smiled softly. At least someone liked them. As she spoke he shook his head, only to whimper softly in pain, "N-N-Not...." He rasped, having trouble talking, "Y-Y-Your.......f-fault" He managed to get out, blinking at her. Each of his carvings were saved for things like this, though most he'd sold for money. But the shine in her eyes simply made the injured boy happy.