Where to turn

The man had just checked up on his sister, his mind whirling with options. The poor woman was scarred and he wasn't sure what he could really do. There was pain management, there were sleep aids. Surely that would help her body in healing post the terrifying ordeal but he wasn't sure what he could really do to heal her damaged mind. Lavender maybe? It was known to calm nerves but she'd need long therapy to help her change the way her thoughts spiraled. And hardly anything growing in the wake of the explosion so he wasn't even sure he could start with what he did actually know. Octave wandered towards the plains, Noko tucked against his shoulders in her usual spot, her tiny odd paws placed on his head as she supported herself in a more upright position than she usually took, her own dark eyes scanning the plains.

Octave sighed, as he moved slowly, what little new growth they had wasn't particularly helpful yet. He didn't want to risk damaging the slow development they had made but at the same time, he wasn't sure what else he could do. More than anything he needed at least one more mind, someone else who could give him a view outside his own understanding. He was certain he also wasn't the only one who needed to try and figure out what they could do short of ranging far from home in search of herbs. Something he was still inclined to suggest, but not without talking to Theory about it first of course and he'd likely need help. He had too many ideas in his head for his little resources available, some way to carry resources would be a must soon.

But for now he needed to focus on the problem at hand.

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Octave & Noko