The dove had managed to catch Teru by his hood and was frantically flapping it's wings when their descent had begun to slow--and it flapped harder and harder until it grew dizzy and fell into a tailspin of it's own to be caught by Tome.

"...Eh?" Tome's face brightened and tightened in a mixture of relief and confusion. "I swear he was bleeding before..."

That drew another faint laugh from Teru, now rousing, imbued with his haughtiness once more. "As if...that thing could really hurt me..."

Teru opened his eyes. Mob's face was the first thing he saw. Teru's body warmed even though he was in the cold mud. And even if Mob's aura had dissipated, his face was still the brightest thing there. Teru summoned the strength to lift his arm to poke the small dimple that appeared at the side of Mob's tight lip. "Hey...winners aren't supposed to look so dour."