Endless Fire

No, she didn't understand, but that wouldn't stop her from attempting to alleviate some of the badness. After all, what was so bad about it? He wanted to go a different path, wouldn't his father be proud regardless? Why did you need your father's constant interest to do something with your life? No, she far from understood.

She lifted her head, sighing softly. "If you misdiagnose someone, that probably means you're unsure to begin with, so you'd simply ask say, Harmony. It would be seen as a smart thing to do, I think." She smiled sadly at his next words, shaking her head. "That's part of the risk, Starling. I'd be terrified of that too." Her ears flickered back at his tone, and she whined quietly. Oh, she id hate this anxiety and worry in her friend; he would be a great healer, phenomenal, if he just got over it! Her ears flattened at his next statement, and she felt a flutter of anger that was not directed at him.

"Starling!" her voice was sharp, and she'd peer down at him as she had sat up abruptly. "You think your father isn't proud of you?" Lillianna shook her head roughly. "Star, look at me." If he did, she would try to meet her green gaze to his dull blue eyes. "He is proud of you. If he hadn't, do you think he would have told you about the siege before it happened? Do you think that he'd have you lead it? No. If he wasn't proud of you, then he wouldn't have done that. And true, you didn't heal any wounds yourself, but you led the healers who did. You were watching, you were the one in charge, and the others were gaining experience because of that. Bass shouldn't be anything less than proud of you, because you're something to be proud of!" Damnit, if he stopped freaking he'd be fine.