Soul Full of Sorrow

One eye cracked as a hoarse voice met tired ears. Ah, so the woman had been his sister. Iolaire hadn't been sure if they had been siblings, mates, friends... His words put one piece of the puzzle together. Her own words in return were soft and quiet, exhaustion lacing the slightly accented tones. "I would want someone to see to my brother if I was in your place. I did what I could to put her to rest for you."

Though unconsciousness knocked at her door, the woman continued to speak. "I've treated your injuries, but you've a long road of healing ahead. Your shoulder will need to settle. The ligaments will need to tighten again. I'll work with you to make sure that you're in working order, but it's going to take time." He could leave at any time, but it would be detrimental to the healing process. There would be movement therapy in order once he was able to put full weight on his injured shoulder. "You're welcome to stay with my pack for as long as it takes to heal." Afterwards, he could choose if he wished to stay or leave.

A yawn pulled from the dirty fae. "Moving soon..." she mumbled into the furs and then promptly fell asleep.

(Time skip?)