Selfish

A healer. Misui picked her way through the bay, her paws still a little shaky. It hadnt been too long since she lost her children. A new wave of grief striking her when she finally settled on a sunny spot. Her fur clung to her bones, then again she hadnt seen a decent meal in months. Misui took in a sharp breath, shed been sent to be seen and looked over correct.

Back home the family would have been reaponsible. She cpuld only assume her husband was dead and she was forced to face reality. She covered her face with her paws, sure she was small but could she just disaapear.