Warren bit his lip to keep from growling as he turned a look toward the nurse. It almost certainly wasn't her fault. Not while working under that... that man that owned this place.

"Well, then it looks as though we're all set," he said, a little flatly, himself. "Shall we, princess?"

The less time spent lingering around here, the better. He gave her hand a little squeeze, and the scooped her up into his arms. The look he gave to Ferric as they made their way out of the building was nothing shy of terrifying. Landen or no, Warren had a glare to kill, particularly when his wings were half flared and his claws her in plain view, however tenderly they were situated, given the child he was carrying with him.

"Lord Ferric," he all but growled as he passed him by, "we'll be taking our leave, now." There was a long, pregnant silence between them before he added, "and I had better not find out that you or your business practices were in any way responsible for the cut on her face, or you'll be hearing from us again."

Just saying. For the record.

Warren would leave the man, for now, to change his pants. After the sudden flare of his wings that he gave before folding them at his back and heading through the front door, Ferric was likely going to need to.