Hurting for a Smile

It took the small woman a bit of time, but she eventually made her way into the injured fae's line of sight. The look upon her face brought Resin's ears tucking against her skull for a moment. Tamsyn's words were soft and serious. A plea. A request. Unfortunately, it wasn't something that Resin could agree to. "Tamsyn..." she began to speak, but stopped as the paw brushed over the top of her head. Her mouth closed. She wouldn't lie to the woman and agree to her request. She couldn't. However, she could refuse to answer it. Instead she sighed and placed her head firmly back on the ground.

"Iolaire should be back soon. She's barely left my side since my injury." She loved her daughter, but she loved her freedom as well. The dame wrinkled her dusty blue nose slightly. "I hate being like this." Her singular gaze searched Tamsyn's dark face. It wasn't the first time that she'd been injured by any means, but it was definitely the worst that she'd ever been injured. The most incapacitated, anyway. Even with her throat injury she was up and moving the next day. With a shattered leg and broken ribs, she would likely be laid up for a long while.

"How have you been?" Though she wasn't a talker, keeping the conversation going was better than imagining the pity that she imagined Tamsyn felt for her. She hated pity. Resin had made the choice to put herself in the line of danger to save two lives. There was no reason or room for pity. Instead, she would speak and distract herself from destructive thoughts.