For a moment, her attention was drawn from Changeling's wound to D'Arcmon, who was fighting with much more grace and poise than Labramon ever had.

". . . I never expected this from her. But, perhaps this is what I get for attempting to judge a book by its cover."

With that said, she began to shrug off her jacket, intending to use it as a makeshift bandage until they could get Changeling some real ones.