On Death and Dying

Lillianna would wait for Starling's lead, and he would give it instantly, helping her do something. She'd curl her head and tuck it against Finch's tail - which was curled under her legs - and pushed as Starling pulled. When that was done, she'd stand quietly, her blinking eyes and breathing the only break in her statuesque form; she was a bit in shock - more than a bit - but she was also determined, she had to help Finch... and could't believe this happened to her.

Eyes would shift to Starling as the healer started talking again, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She. Had. To. Remain. Under. Control. Her mind was fragmenting, and she needed it to not. Those eyes opened, and she nodded. She folded herself to the ground, right on top of Finch; she'd flinch as she felt the girl convulsing and the blood from her shoulder wound soaking Lillie's fur. But she would hold the girl still, her eyes following Finch's brother.

He'd look down, and she would too - spotting a small wolf not quite a year old creeping up. There were herbs, that she had, and Lillianna felt a stark sense of relief. She remained firm on Finch, and STarling would approach. She looked up at him with tear in her eyes, but oh, she just realized how well a job he was doing, how he was saving her life. "You're s-saving her l-life," she whispered to him as he tried to get Finch's attention.

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