Plea

Osbert can only stare at the person in front of him, brows slightly furrowed at him, unable to even feel fear the moment he looks him in the eyes. 

One half of Jel's face has a horn protruding from his forehead, massive wings on his break almost looking like bird wings as compared to the bat-like wings he always had. 

It did not help that the feathers on his wings are also falling off with every movement he made. Part of his body is a little crooked and he is slightly limping. 

His long hair is falling over one side of his face though he still looks very put together. He is still pretty even if I can see the side of his face that he is trying to cover, rotting and with several eyes blinking at me. 

"Jel," Osbert said, looking at the man with a sad expression on his face. "Are … are you alright?"