Trouble

*Razor* · 04-17-2016, 01:34 AM

Something about this now was scaring him. An emotion he hadn't felt in probably a long time. He had dissociated himself from it since he was in the den. When his aunt had said it was something serious, his heart jumped to his throat. The blue eyes on the gray boy widened as his ears went to sit at the back of his skull. Amalia promised that she would make him feel better. He fought the tears threatening the corners of his eyes. His shoulders tightened as he watched her and looked at Arivae. "But what if.... you two get sick?" he asked weakly with it laced with a whine. He knew it was a healers job, but he didn't know how he would deal if it was his fault the two of them got sick. The frightened boy listened carefully to Amalia.

Staring at the honey comb, he started to do as he was instructed. Same as before he only had mild knowledge of herbs. The sweetness was a bit peaceful, but he was scared. "Aunty Ama - what if I die?" He wasn't strong. Razor had told himself he'd never be strong and he was okay with that. He didn't want to leave though, he wasn't ready. The boy grabbed the comb and carefully chewed on it. Shutting his eyes he let himself cry a little. It was a little embarrassing in front of Arivae - but he knew holding it in would make it worse for himself.

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