Restless Stroll

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

It was almost as if the confidence and very sense of assurance that had given the wolf his strength for his hunt had abated and fled together as he went set his head upon his paws, looking for the world like whatever it was that weighed him down was simply too heavy for him to carry alone. Mercianne stared on helplessly, her expression nervous and uncertain and desperate as it was concerned. What was wrong? What had suddenly made him so insecure of himself? What was it that he needed to get off of his chest and tell her? Not sure what she could do for him to be of any help, she walked quietly around the deer to join him and seated herself by his side, trying to offer him whatever moral support she could while he gathered his thoughts and sought the right words.

They came to him eventually, somewhat rushed and almost panicked at the end, and Merci listened quietly, patiently, trying to make sense of what she was hearing and not let on outwardly that it did frighten her a little. Memories. Fragments of a past life. Confusing pieces to a puzzle that he didn't even know he needed to solve. She hardly knew what to say let alone the right thing to help him. Was this something else that plagued healers too, when they tended to their patients?

She fell silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts and attempting to find the proper thing to say. After a quiet few seconds, she spoke up, her voice calm and patient and encouraging as she could make it. "Maybe it'll make sense later," she offered him as consolation for his problem, a poor consolation but the only one she could think of. "Maybe all the pieces aren't there yet." There was the chance he might not comprehend what she meant, or might think differently, but she hoped that he might consider it. If anything, she hoped it would at least ease his mind in the moment. She did hate to see others suffer, even by imagined or invisible afflictions.