Losing Myself Piece By Piece

Gwynevere heard a distant slam somewhere in the castle that shook her awake and as she sat up right on the window bench bed and the fur that was draped over her slipped off of her shoulders she began to wonder if it had just been in her dream or if that sound was actually real. She glanced up at Eilwen where she was perched on the ladder leaning against the bookcase beside her bed and saw the raven staring at the door with her feathers ruffled. "Did you hear...?" "Yes." After a few moments there was more commotion and slamming from somewhere down the hall and her heart pounded nervously, startled and uncertain of what she should do. The sounds seemed to die down after a bit, but then she heard paws shuffling outside her door moments before it swung open.

She looked at Artorias first as he called out to her, confusion creasing her brow. Mom? Hurt? A heart beat later their mother came into view and she gasped, her two-toned eyes going wide as she focused on the massive wound that covered a large portion of the right side of Tamsyn's face. Immediately without her asking, Eilwen began to fly around the room, collecting tools and herbs and materials she was going to need. For a second Gwyn was frozen in place, her ears folded back against her head. Artorias' wounds had been pretty bad, but not nearly like this. Really, the most concerning part about Artorias' wounds from his fight with the dire wolf had been the concussion and all that had taken was time and something to help dull the pain. This... She didn't feel confident in her ability to treat this at all.

"Gwynevere! Move!" her companion called out to her as she collected the last bits and pieces of herbs and treatments and continued to drop them near the bed where Tamsyn was now laying. Eilwen's voice broke her free of her own thoughts and she shook her head as she hopped down and ran over to their mother's side. Worry creased her expression as she started examining the wound, settling on her haunches near Tamsyn's head so she could begin gently turning her mother's head to get a better view of how far the torn skin stretched. Her paw carefully moved around the wound, ever so gently moving pieces of ripped and torn skin back into place as she grit her teeth. "What happened?" she breathed and right about then, Ulric appeared in the door and she heard her mother tell him to go to Resin. Resin? Mom did this? Wide, worried, fearful eyes lifted to look at Artorias for a moment before sighing and forcing herself to begin actually treating her mother's wound.

"Artorias, there's a water skin over on the shelf by the fireplace. Go get it and fill up this bowl," she instructed him, pointing toward the bowl beside her. While he went to fetch the water skin, she quickly picked up some dandelion root and lavender that Eilwen had collected for her and dropped it into the bowl, crushing them enough to make them release their oils and beneficial properties and then left the bowl there for Art to fill. She picked up some of the cloth beside her and began to dab away the excess blood from around Tamsyn's wound, quickly trenching one rag and having to pick up another. "Momma...? Can you open your eye...?" she asked after a few moments, once the majority of the blood had been at least cleared away from her eye.

Gwynevere | Eilwen