impatience begets impatience

it had been a few days since the polar bear attack and she was growing restless. her wounds had not healed - there was no formal healer in Winterfell so Heloise had run over herbs to use and dressed her own injuries when Acere was not helping her. she insisted on staying in her own old den to keep Yurei company, and whether the king had any plans of moving her to his own was beyond her knowledge right now. the two had spoken their words to each other; let fate come as it was crossed. she was not dwelling on that much - despite it making her heart skip a beat. it was her bedrest that irked the young woman.

she knew some would worry when they heard she had been nearly mauled to death. but the bear was dead and everyone was safe. that's what mattered in the end. she'd resist licking her shoulder wounds despite the tingling sensation, sitting outside of her den. Yurei was not here and the day was nearly ending. she had recovered mentally, but Heloise knew she had bruised a few ribs outside of her obvious wound. no one had approached her so far, for they probably wanted her to rest. but she felt antsy all the same. she longed for something to do, however small.

resting her head on her paws, she'd try to sleep for the hundreth time today.