Put On The Tea [Raid Healing]

Eu wanted to run. She wanted to turn tail and flee from this moment in time, but that would only make her the true monster that Desolate saw her as. Every beat of her heart felt like it was breaking further and further. She wasn't even strong enough to heal her own child without breaking down. What a pathetic, weak mess she was. Desolate didn't want her pride, he wanted Theory's. She was the one who had been there for him, when she had not. His own mother. Her soul cried out in agony, but she tried to keep a steady face. A few tears disobeyed her wishes, betraying her inner turmoil. The female wanted to speak more, but as her jaws parted, Des told her that Void was out there as well. Her sight drew towards his gesture, neck dropping slightly as she realized that he was not her only child out there, fighting off the pack that had said to be their allies. Even though she too worried about Void, and wanted him here as much as she wanted Des, she turned back towards him in a moment. He was here now, and she wanted to focus on him. It was ironic, that the two of her children who were the most hesitant about her and Spirit's return, were out there fighting. It was hard not to feel like that wasn't her fault as well, pushing her babies to go to the extreme. But it was her who needed to prove herself, not them. A shaky sigh left her lips, out of habit she leaned forward to comfort Desolate, only to hesitate as she neared. Eu couldn't help but remember how tense he had been at her first embrace, and dropped her head towards her chest as she withdrew. That was when her question was posed, and the boy answered that he was fine. When he turned to leave, Eulogy took a few steps after him, as if to stop him. It was his choice to leave though, and she did have a job here. So she stood there and watched him leave, feeling like he was taking her heart with her. For a moment, her deep blue eyes glanced over at the other healers, offering a nod if they looked her way. The mocha wolf had forgotten that they were even there, hearing every word that they had spoken. She felt even more crestfallen than before, turning to return to her seat.

Not too long after Desolate left, Theory walked past the burning fire. Her gaze didn't lift from her paws, even as the younger female sat at her side. She didn't want her to see the tears that clouded her eyes, her own weakness in Theory's moment of strength. She wasn't good enough for them, she never had been, and here she was, letting them down even further. Eu sniffled, nodding at her alphess' words. "Desolate," she said softly, the pain all too clear in her voice. Finally she lifted her head, inspecting the girl as she met her teal gaze. "He asked if I thought you would be proud of him," Eulogy uttered, delicately shrugging her slender shoulders. "I told him I had no doubt that you were, I think he wishes to see you. You just missed him," Blinking rapidly, Eulogy attempted a smile, which only quivered before dropping. "Now, let me see that bite there," She didn't want to talk about her failure as a mother any longer, or live in the pain that her son cared more for her niece than for herself. She couldn't blame him though, not really. Theory was much stronger than she was, braver, defending their homeland without a second thought. She was here for her babies when she was not, making sure that they were safe. She had thanked her before, when they met at the border, but Eulogy hoped that she knew how sincere she was. She didn't even want to think on what would have happened to them if she had not been here.

Moving away from the monochrome girl for a moment, Eulogy grabbed a small sprig of meadowsweet, still operating on her small bundle of herbs. She wasn't nearly as prepared as the healers from Winterfell, it was something, though. Pushing it towards her paws, she gently bent down the taller girl's nose so that she could look at the bite. Her eyes narrowed a bit, studying the mark. That didn't look like a wolf bite, she wasn't sure what it was from. "Who caught your nose?" Eulogy asked, curious more so than anything else. Gently she licked at the wound, doing her best to hide her flinch as the taste of blood washed across her tongue. As much as she wanted to recoil and vomit at the bitter taste, she had a job to do. Her own feelings didn't matter, not right now. She couldn't be a sad sack of wasted energy, she was the only healer here for her pack, and she wanted to do her best to prove her worth. Oh... maybe her feelings were more intertwined than she thought. Blinking the thought away, she focused herself on Theory. There wasn't much else healing wise that the Wisteria needed, she had a feeling that she was more so sore than actually wounded. A good night of sleep would help that best, however, Eulogy didn't quite want to part ways with her niece yet. It was soothing to her broken heart to have a familiar face here, trying to stomach the worry about Void still being out there, and Desolate hating her for all eternity.