Put On The Tea [Raid Healing]

*Desolate* · 04-25-2020, 06:53 PM

When the man he'd fought had responded, Desolate realized that he did know where to find them. That meant he knew where to find the blood-crazed wolf, too. The yearling was not sure what he'd do with the information, but he could not lie to himself and say that he did not hold a grudge for what she'd tried to do to him. He nodded at the man, unable to come up with a verbal response and wondering if he was even capable of venturing to Winterfell for training when he might see that female there too.

It was impossible for him to ignore the way his mother flinched at his words and he hated himself in that moment for hurting her more. Desolate did his best to keep his expression neutral and kept his head turned away from her so she might not see the suffering in his own eyes.

Theory had been there for him when no one else had been, the gratitude he owed his alpha went beyond that of a normal subject. It felt as if he was betraying his own loyalty to her by accepting back his absentee mother, as if Theory had been simply on loan to him and that to admit his love for Eulogy would mean giving the alpha back. It felt wrong. "I hope so." He murmured in reply, his ears pulling tight to his head.

Desolate knew that every word he spoke hurt Eulogy more, but he couldn't bring himself to lie to her either or offer her false love. His heart wrenched, and he wished desperately that his mother could have just forgotten he existed. "Void's out there too." He said after a moment, gesturing with his nose towards the battlefield and squeezing his eyes shut as the guilt began to devour him. It was perhaps a cruel wish, but Desolate was desperate to tear her attention off of him. Knowing she had another son in the battle - one who was able to hug her on her return - might shift her focus towards him instead. After all, Desolate was standing here before her wounded but with his injuries triaged and seen to. Void could come back much worse, for all he knew. Her energy was better off on him.

"I think I'll be fine now, thank you. I should let you guys get back to work." He shuffled his weight awkwardly between his paws, glancing down at the dirt. Now was when a good son would embrace his mother and tell her how much he loved her, and Desolate did not know how to do either. He swallowed hard, cleared his throat, nodded to her politely, and turned to leave.

-attempted exit-

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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