Shrike was shaking. It was only now, now that it had been a couple days and Finch had been cared for, that he found the courage to go see her. Shrike felt incredibly guilty. Both for not being there to help her when she was hurt, and later for not seeing her sooner. But he couldn’t bring himself to look upon her when she was in such a state. The young man would heave a soft sigh as he came to her den. Hopefully she wouldn’t be mad at him. He wasn’t sure his heart could bare that as well. Shrike would close his eyes, calling out softly to his sister. “F-Finch?” He already felt so nervous that he’d upset his stomach. Why did life have to be so hard?