Put On The Tea [Raid Healing]

*Desolate* · 04-22-2020, 04:50 PM

His mother's soft whine reached his ears and he echoed it softly, wondering how it could possibly hurt so much to see this near-stranger in so much pain. When she closed the gap to embrace him he tensed, though did not pull away. The feeling was odd but not uncomfortable, and he wondered absently when the last time he'd been hugged was. Her nuzzle reached behind his ear and he leaned his head lightly upon her, but did not reciprocate further. It was hard to call upon that side of himself having so little experience with something so tender and familial.

Her words were harder still to swallow, did her pride in him even matter? She'd been gone so long, Desolate wanted desperately for her feelings to mean nothing to him but no matter how hard he tried he could not push down the emotional response. How many times he'd imagined those words and his mother's embrace, and now the yearling did not know how to accept it. Thankfully she did not linger long, turning quickly towards her herbs to tend to his wounds. Desolate tried to ignore the tear-streaked fur beneath her eyes, focusing his attention upon Eulogy the healer and not Eulogy the somewhat, maybe, one-upon-a-time mother.

Desolate's eyes slid shut as she worked upon his face, standing unflinching beneath her gentle touch. He could not bear to see the pain in her eyes any longer, it'd already grasped at his heart too hard to handle. He focused upon the real physical pain that had been imparted on him, at least that was something his body understood and knew how to manage. He ate the flowers offered, allowed her inspection and did his best to be a perfect patient as she worked. When she finished and began to speak again, he allowed his eyes to open and return to her face.

He didn't know how he felt about her request to his previous opponent, he supposed he could not blame her as odd of an admittance it was. When she admitted her pride for him again, he let out a long exhale and gritted his teeth. "Do you think Theory will be proud?" The boy asked cautiously, gaze roaming slowly across the healer's camp to try and lay eye upon his alpha. "Has anyone seen her yet?" It was an odd change of subject, but Desolate was desperate to try and slow down the emotional freight train headed his way.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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