Its not a purse

Starling sighed as he stared around, seeing herbs he had but didn't yet need. There had to be something here, something he could take home, something that would help his sister feel better. But there didn't seem to be anything of note, not just yet, so he decided to move closer to the water. Sometimes the things he needed grew beneath waters embrace, and he wouldn't be surprised if he found something useful there.

What he did find, however, he wasn't much expecting. Blue eyes settled on the very familiar form of his…packmate, laying on a perch with her little cat. He almost wanted to back away, to leave her to her rest, but had that worked the last time? Not really. Instead, he took a deep breath. "Lillianna" He called in an even tone, no stutter insight. It was almost a cold word, but not entirely unfriendly. He didn't much know where they stood anymore. She had been angry with him, for good reason, and had given him his first scar. Though it was nothing like the scars that raked her face, his was hidden in fur. But she had also been there when they were helping Finch, offering a gentle form of 'I told you so' when he managed to handle her symptoms. But still, they hadn't talked much outside of that, not that Starling had really tried to patch things up…at all. So he looked at her now, his large eyes watching her and his paws fidgetting, waiting for her response...if she was even awake.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"