Put On The Tea [Raid Healing]

She did her best to heal her son, her movements, while gentle, were still shaky as emotions wracked her body. He was hurt, not too badly, but still hurt. If she had been there, if she had showed him enough love and kindness, would he not feel the need to go out there and prove his worth? Would he feel her love for what it was, and find joy in the thought that he was so cared for? They were questions that had no answers, but that didn't stop them from dancing in her mind as she worked on easing Desolate's pain. It was the least she could do, after all the mental wounds that she herself had caused him. If only there were herbs out there for that, to help aid their rocky relationship. Could he feel that she loved him, no matter what? That despite her absence, she had never once wavered in her undying affection for him? Eu shook her head, pushing everything away as she tried to make light of this heavy situation, telling him of the request that she had made in hopes that he would see everything that she was trying to show him.

Hopeful, Eulogy's ears pulled forward as the boy's lips parted, but the words that left his mouth made her physically recoil, a flinch strong enough to send her a few paces back. Ears pressed against her skull tightly, blue eyes ripping off her son's form to glance in the direction of the ongoing battles. Theory had done her a great service, she had taken care of her children after she failed to return home after the quake of the volcano. There was no anger in her heart towards her niece, only great depths of gratitude that could never be repaid. That, however true it may be, did not lessen the blow of Des' words. She knew that he probably wasn't doing it just to hurt her, his concern for their alpha and family was well deserved. "I have no doubt that she is most proud of you, Desolate," she whispered, recovering a touch with a clearing of her throat. Eu stepped forward again, gently touching her nose to the lamb's ear leaves to ensure that they were still pressed firmly into the wounds on his face. "I have not seen her yet though, you and the other gentleman are the only two that have been here so far," Her voice sounded far away, a distant echo of the emotions that had been running rampant only moments before. Inside of her, everything was screaming. She feared that she had lost him, that there would be no returning Desolate to her. Was this what they would always be like? Dancing around subjects that were too hard to breach, pretending that everything was okay? Her heart broke at the idea, her head hanging slightly as she squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall.

Eulogy shook herself a bit, drawing in a deep breath as she tried to put on a brave face. She was sure that it slipped, but she had a job to do here. Pain filled eyes turned back towards her boy, a smile quivering on her lips as she tried to force it. "Do you h-have any other pains or aches? Anything else that I can do for you?" Anything at all, anything to make her feel that she was of value to Desolate still. If she could not be his mother and confidant, she could be his healer. It was better than nothing, and at this point, she would take anything. A silent sob made her shiver, hoping that Desolate's gaze was still turned off of her so that he didn't see just how much she was struggling. She wanted to run, and at the same time to wrap him up in another hug. Remembering his stiff acceptance of the last one though, she refrained, doing her best to look professional as she awaited his answer.