Her heart began to race when the head healer began to approach her. Of course, she should've known. Healers always noticed wounds, no matter how unnoticeable they were. She wanted to run away, escape the impending consequences but she didn't. As much as she felt sick in her gut, she had to face this. Whilst the woman whispered into her ear, requesting to see her afterwards with the Archangel, she didn't dare meet the healer's eyes. She was slightly shaking on her haunches, overwhelmed with fear and guilt.
Then she receded and left the Destruction to wallow in her stress. It didn't help when her friend arrived, greeting her softly and sitting beside her. She only offered a weak smile, trying to appear calm and "normal". Maybe he wouldn't notice. Even if he did, would he bring it up? He was usually quiet, anyway. Would it impact their friendship? Would he leave her for that Argead bitch - the one who had started this mess in the first place?
Sweating in her seat, she tried to listen to what the alphess had to say. The words only came out as blurred mumbles. The first topic was about an upcoming festival, if she heard correctly. Maybe a pleasant subject would take her mind off of this mess; not for long but it was worth a shot. By contributing to the meeting she might be able be able to scrape herself away from a consequence. Highly unlikely, she supposed. "I think a feast, practice spars, healing competition and scavenger hunt are good additions to a festival," she spoke up after summoning enough courage to face the leader, throat dry and hoarse.
