Admitting Failure

The boy pulled his sister onto the giants back. She caught the look of defiance in his gaze. Her own gleaming yellow eye hardened in return. Once. She would forgive the insolence once. Only because his sister was ill. Should it happen again, he would learn his place. Resin was a good, forgiving woman, but she demanded the respect of her position. He was begging her for help, afterall. Another wolf might leave them then and there for such behavior. Luckily, she would not.

As she moved smoothly along towards the springs, Meadow intercepted them. The Ashen fae didn't stop, but continued on until she reached Meadows hut. She listened as the boy listed what he knew of the girls illness. Resin was slightly concerned and hoped that whatever illness she had it wasn't contagious.

Gently, Resin deposited the girl onto the stack of furs in the hut. She turned her attention to her sister. "What do you need from me?" The behemoth knew nothing of healing, but she could take instruction. Hopefully Meadow could at least get the girl stable.