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N/A · 11-22-2020, 11:54 AM

Even though she could get irritated or frustrated with Azriel from time to time, he really had become a steady fixture in her life at this point so when she shifted in her sleep and realized his warmth wasn't there it was enough to pull her awake and make her blink open her lavender eyes. While it wasn't unusual for him to wake up before she did, he usually hung pretty close by even if he was awake. When she lifted her head and looked around the cave and realized he wasn't there it made her curious and perhaps a bit worried - especially since it was still early enough in the morning for it to still be pretty dark out. Uncurling from where she had been sleeping, Sibyl got to her paws and shook out her fur before she slipped out of the cave and easily spotted the dark pair pressed together on the rock they had all rested on previously. A quick sniff of the air brought the sharp, metallic tang of blood to her nose. It was fairly subtle, but was too familiar for her to ignore.

She paused and her ears flicked uncertainly before she diverged from them to gather a few things. She wasn't sure which of them was injured at this point since she didn't want to disturb them before she was ready, but it didn't matter. She had few real, tangible skills in this world and she wasn't going to let the one she had go to waste whenever it was needed. The bad thing about traveling around so often was that she didn't have a chance to build much of a supply of herbs the way that the wolves she learned from had done so finding the herbs she needed was sometimes hit or miss, but luckily with the river near by finding horsetail was easy enough. She wished she had more options to choose from, but this would do well enough to keep the wounds closed. With a small bundle of horsetail held delicately between her teeth, she set off to find Fel and Azriel again.

When she found them she was surprised to see the tenderness in Azriel's expression. She knew he had taken quite a liking to Fel, just as she had, but this sort of... softness was rare at best from the large brute. She cast him a curious glance before refocusing her attention on Fel, her lavender gaze drifting to the cut along her leg. Her ears flicked while a worried frown pulled at her lips, but she didn't ask for an explanation. It wasn't really her place to say one way or another, she was just here to care for the fae that she had grown to care for quite a bit... perhaps a bit too much considering the fact that they couldn't pull her away from her life here. Pushing the thought aside, she settled beside Fel opposite from where Azriel was laying and went to work crewing up a bit of the bitter, sticky plant to seal up the oddly clean cut.

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