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Starling didn't know what to do. He was, well...lost. It was perhaps the first time in his life he had felt so entirely out of control, and he hated this feeling. Healing, for him, had always been second nature. It had always been easy, he only had to learn it once and it was fine. It was his lifeblood, his only hobby. Every second he was alive was devoted to his craft, because it was the only thing he felt he had. He wasn't good socially, unless it was to discuss healing, and he couldn't fight. He constantly tripped over his own paws, and he had the confidence of a rather anxious snail. So healing had always been a calming reprieve, had always been easy.

But with Finch...he had been so lost. He still was! He felt like he had failed her, had treated her wrong. She was still seeing those nightmares, still under the poison's effects, and nothing he did seemed to help her one bit. He was lost to this anger inside of himself, with himself and with the world. It was like a thorn, festering and infected beneath his skin. He loathed the wolf that did this to her, and the less she seemed to get better, the angrier he got until he couldn't take it anymore. So he went in searching of the one man who could calm him down, the one wolf that was constantly on his mind.

Cathaoir... He sighed softly, his eyes softening and his face losing the tension it had held as he stared down at the ground. There was something about him, something that...just got under Starling's skin, and in a very good way. He missed him, and it was almost...bad how often the young healer seemed to think of him. A soft sigh would slip from his chest as he sat down where he stood, in amongst the smell of blood and battle, in a place he truley didn't belong, and just thought of Cath and how much he needed to see him..

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